My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. – William Tecumseh Sherman
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand. – Federico Garcia Lorca
Once conform, once do what others do because they do it, and a kind of lethargy steals over all the finer senses of the soul. – Michel Eyquem de Montaigne
I spent every night until four in the morning on my dissertation, until I came to the point when I could not write another word, not even the next letter. I went to bed. Eight oclock the next morning I was up writing again. – Abraham Pais
