It would be a colorless world if each individual did not secretly believe himself superior to almost everyone else.

We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors, and it seems only fair that they should leave us the money to pay with.

For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true; And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow too; For no form of a god, and no fashion Man has made in his desperate passion, But is worthy some worship of mine; Not too hot with a gross belief, Nor yet too cold with pride, I will bow me down where my brothers bow, Humble, but open eyed.

A little while with grief and laughter, And then the day will close; The shadows gather ... what comes after No man knows.

Middle age is the time when a man is always thinking that in a week or two he will feel as good as ever.

Not every woman in old slippers can manage to look like Cinderella

A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.