Like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life. To the Lighthouse

I drink when I have occasion, and sometimes when I have no occasion. Don Quixote

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in art, in music, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man. East Of Eden

This is what happens when you hurry through a maze; the faster you go, the worse you are entangled. Epistulae Morales ad Lucilium