I foresee that man will resign himself each day to new abominations, and soon that only bandits and soldiers will be left
Whosoever would undertake some atrocious enterprise should act as if it were already accomplished, should impose upon himself a future as irrevocable as the past.
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
This web of time — the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore eachother through the centuries — embrace every posibility.
