And then came human beings; humans wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to.
The look of success, when it is worn a certain way, would infuriate a jackass.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.
In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul
Men like us are good and proud and strong...if we had a faith, a God, nothing could undermine us. But we had nothing, we had to learn everything, and living for honor alone has its weaknesses.