War is only a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.
Thank God you can flee, can escape from that massy five-foot-thick maggot-cheesy solidarity which overlays the earth, in which men and women in couples are ranked like ninepins.
There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without opress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human soul
There is no field other than the weird in which I have any aptitude or inclination for fictional composition. Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.
Man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.
Is there no way out of the mind?
If fame belonged to me, I could not escape her; if she did not, the longest day would pass me on the chase, and the approbation of my dog would forsake me then. My barefoot rank is better.
Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.[Verstecke sind unzählige, Rettung nur eine, aber Möglichkeiten der Rettung wieder so viele wie Verstecke.]
Castles in the air – they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.[Luftslotte, – de er så nemme at ty ind i, de. Og nemme at bygge også.]
