There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.

Poets arguing about modern poetry: jackals snarling over a dried-up well.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.

Sheep with a nasty side.

How many books did Renoir write on how to paint?