Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

If you go to see the woman, do not forget the whip.

Philosophers are in the habit of setting themselves before life and experience.

Assuming that we have trained our imagination to denounce the past, we will not suffer much from unfulfilled wishes.

A subject for a great poet would be God's boredom after the seventh day of creation.

And so while dreams are the individual man's play with reality, the sculptor's art is (in a broader sense) the play with dreams.

Every past is worth condemning.