When a singer puts his hand on his heart, it means usually, I will always love you!

Delacroix was passionately in love with passion, but coldly determined to express passion as clearly as possible.

On the vaporization and the centralization of the Self. All is there.

...an industry which can furnish results identical to nature must be the absolute in art.

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, outreaches life and readily comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things.

For each letter received from a creditor, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you will be saved.

The form of a town changes more swiftly alas! Than the heart of a mortal.