Thanks to words, we have been able to rise above the brutes; and thanks to words, we have often sunk to the level of the demons.

There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.

Every significant artist is a metaphysician, a propounder of beauty-truths and form-theories.

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.

The mockery made him feel an outsider; and feeling an outsider he behaved like one, which increased the prejudice against him and intensified the contempt and hostility aroused by his physical defects. Which in turn increased his sense of being alien and alone. A chronic fear of being slighted made him avoid his equals, made him stand, where his inferiors were concerned, self-consciously on his dignity.

Such prosperity as we have known it up to the present is the consequence of rapidly spending the planet's irreplaceable capital.

No Romeo-and-Juliet acts, no nonsense about Love with a large L, none of that popular song claptrap with its skies of blue, dreams come true, heaven with you. Just sensuality for its own sake.