It is as a soldier that you make love and as a lover that you make war.
One must observe the proper rites.
Living is being born slowly. It would be a little too easy if we could borrow ready-made souls.
The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time.
The dignity of the individual demands that he be not reduced to vassalage by the largesse of others.
Mad is the man who is forever gritting his teeth against that granite block, complete and changeless, of the past.