Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
More bodies were roughly shoved in beside me.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
It is not always the same thing to be a good man and a good citizen.
The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.
I like work: it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours.
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... But I am too busy thinking about myself.