That, however, is - mediocrity, though it be called moderation.
The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.
It is the music in our conscience, the dance in our spirit, to which Puritan litanies, moral sermons, and goody goodness won’t chime.
All signs of superhuman nature appear in man as illness or insanity.
A man who has depths in his shame meets his destiny and his delicate decisions upon paths which few ever reach . . .
People who, out of an inborn moderation, leave every glass standing only half-emptied refuse to admit that everything in the world has its sediments and dregs.