The catalogue of forms is endless: until every shape has found its city, new cities will continue to born. When the forms exhaust their variety and c… - Italo Calvino

The more time passed, the less happened. The more they felt something must happen, the more the bailiffs realized they had to do something but the less they understood what it was.

Yet, even now, ever time (often) that I find that I don't understand something, then instinctively, I'm filled with the hope that perhaps this will be my moment again, perhaps once again I shall understand nothing, I shall grasp that other knowledge, found and lost in an instant.

What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library?