If someone took the finest marble and knew how to shape it artfully: Prometheus' material was lowly clay, but his statues walked.

A cure by regression is homeopathic, like healing the damage done by ministers and ignorance with stupidity and Jesuits.

The plot! The plot! What kind of plot could a poet possibly provide that is not surpassed by the thinking, feeling reader? Form alone is divine.

What is done for the children is doubly beneficial, since their success, obvious to everyone, educates the parents as well.

Trousers and the reputation of not being a thief are similar in the following way: There is no particular honor in having them butonce they are lost, everyone thinks they have the right to insult us.

The thing that pleases is not always good and, helas, the good thing does not always please.

Mankind is getting smarter every day. Actually, it only seems so. At least we are making progress. We're progressing, to be sure, ever more deeply into the forest.