I, sir, am not bad, although I would not lack reasons to be so.
I'm not made to philosophize, I do not have the heart for it. My heart is more like a machine for making blood to be spilled in a knife fight ...
The one who resists, wins.
The bad thing about those who believe they are in possession of the truth is that when they have to prove it, they do not succeed.
Things are never as we see them at first sight, and so it happens that when we start to see them up close, when we start working on them, they present us with such strange and even unknown aspects; such happens with the faces that we imagine, with the people we are going to know, that we make them in such a way or in the head, to forget them suddenly at the sight of the true.
I continue to classify humanity - for my use, which is what matters to me, and may God forgive me - in friends and sons of bitches.
On the hinder slope of the hill two little goatherds are tending to flock of goats; one of them is sitting on a whittling rock to crook out of ash, while the other is trying to coax a few tweets out of a reed flute.