...lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.

One does not hate so long as one continues to rate low, but only when one has come to rate equal or higher.

No one is such a liar as the indignant man.

Fanatics are picturesque, mankind would rather see gestures than listen to reasons.

I have not the capability to give you my loyalty, nor do I have the vanity to appear as if I did.

That is an artist as I would have an artist be, modest in his needs: he really wants only two things, his bread and his art--panemet Circen.

Show me that you are redeemed, and I will believe in your Redeemer.