The Stars, Like Dust

Night will always be a time of fear and insecurity, and the heart will sink with the sun.

The stars, like dust, encircle me In living mists of light; And all of space I seem to see In one vast burst of sight

Do you know what it is to play a part? To split your personality deliberately for twenty-four hours a day? Even when with friends? Even when alone, so that you will never forget inadvertently? To be a dilettante? To be eternally amused? To be of no account? To be so effete and faintly ridiculous that you have convinced all who know you of your own worthlessness? All so that your life may be safe even though it means it has become barely worth living. But even so, once in a while I can fight them.

You are a military man and should know better. If there is one science into which man has probed continuously and successfully, it is that of military technology. No potential weapon would remain unrealized for ten thousand years.

Even at the time, [he] felt his anger to be out of proportion to the cause, but it represented an accumulation of resentment.

Yok olmaktan kurtulanların pek azını teşkil eden bu edebiyat, beni kendisine aşık etti. Bizim dışa dönük dünyamızın tam aksine bu eserlerde içe dönük bir şeyler var.

His honor, rests in the very actions that led to his conviction and death. It is beyond your power to add to or detract from it.

In fact, it was part of the Tyrannian military tradition that a little discomfort on the part of the soldier was good for discipline.

Being helpless is one of the things that isn’t altogether amusing." - Gilbert