Feeling and thinking are actually the blind man who carries the lame.

Ideas are not thoughts; the thought respects the boundaries that the idea ignores thereby failing to realize itself.

Erroneous views and presumptuousness send a talent to the insane asylum.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

Prose and poetry are as different as food and drink.

Since people no longer attend church, theater remains as the only public service, and literature as the only private devotion.