His life was a constant war with insensate objects that fell apart, or attacked him, or refused to function, or viciously got themselves lost as soon as they entered the sphere of his existence.

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

- A sentyment staje się uciążliwy. W końcu jest coś nazbyt fizycznego w próbie zachowania cząstki dzieciństwa na swoim mostku. - Nie pan pierwszy sprowadza wiarę do zmysłu dotyku.

All of which does not alter the fact that Pnin was on the wrong train.

Belief and faith are the spiritual soul of every man.

The outfit, tight in places, and loose in some, says as much in the buttons as it does in cuffs.

How do we accurately evoke land we love? What should we even call the world we walk and drive through-scenery, landscape?

Putting is a very personal affair.

People invest in your ability to deliver to them a more favorable future.

You have to accept the rule of law, even when it's inconvenient, if you're going to be a country that bides by the rule of law.

Our foibles are really what make us lovable.

Sometimes the hardest part of my job is the incessant reminder of the fact we're all trying so assiduously to ignore: we are here temporarily. Life is only ours on loan.

There is no insanity so devastating in man's life as utter sanity.