Life imitates art -- but badly.
When the writer has done his best, he then should proceed to do his second best.
The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.
Those who fear death most are those who enjoy life least.
As Mark Twain said, 'I love Wagner -- if only they'd cut out all that damned singing!'
This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.