All men are ordinary men; the extraordinary men are those who know it.

Love means to love that which is unlovable; or it is no virtue at all.

Classic literature is still something that hangs in the air like a song.

There nearly always is a method in madness.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

It is the friction of two spiritual things, of tradition and invention, or of substance and symbol, from which the mind takes fire. The creeds condemned as complex have something like the secret of sex; they can breed thoughts.

[Fairy tales] make rivers run with wine only to make us remember, for one wild moment, that they run with water.