A literary movement: five or six people who live in the same town and hate each other.
You cannot evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.
Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.
In the lost boyhood of Judas, Christ was betrayed.
No leader, however great a personality he may be, is as important to a people as their own intellectual development.
People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.