There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.
The sweet accident of coincidence is the best foundation on which to build.
Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?
The more civilized we become, the more horrendous our entertainments.
It's the only condition I know. Bitter Love, Loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It's where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new.
The colossal might of wickedness: how we love to locate it massively elsewhere. But so much of it comes down to what each one of us does between breakfast and bedtime.