I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere 'modernity' cannot kill.

All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

There is a reason why all things are as they are.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.