There's no defense against stupidity.

The wreckage of stars - I built a world from this wreckage.

I am not a human being, I am dynamite.

Industriousness and conscientiousness are often at odds, because industriousness wants to pick the still sour fruit from the tree,while conscientiousness lets it hang there too long, until it falls and bruises.

He who denies his own vanity usually possesses it in so brutal a form that he instinctively shuts his eyes to avoid the necessity of despising himself.

The idealist is incorrigible: if he is thrown out of his heaven he makes an ideal of his hell.

Art raises its head where creeds relax.