Vain is the hope of finding pleasure in that which one has hitherto disdained; as when the warrior hopes to find pleasure in the joys of the sedentaries.
Each man carries within him the soul of a poet who died young.
It's all a great mystery...Look up at the sky and you'll see how everything changes
In order to cure a feeling of malaise, you have to throw light on it.
I am a fox", the fox said.
For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.