Alas the Master; so he sinks in death. But whoso knows the mystery of man Sees life and death as curves of the same plan

I'm a poet, and I like my lies the way my mother used to make them.

Must not understanding lie open unto wisdom as the pyramids lie open to the stars? (6:2)

Love is the only principle which makes life tolerable.

To the eyes of a god, mankind must appear as a species of bacteria which multiply and become progressively virulent whenever they find themselves in a congenial culture, and whose activity diminishes until they disappear completely as soon as proper measures are taken to sterilize them.

Tell the truth, but lead so improbable a life that the truth will never be believed.

The key of joy is disobedience.