Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines - these are of trifling import. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.

We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.

Topographically the country is magnificent - and terrifying. Why terrifying? Because nowhere else in the world is the divorce between man and nature so complete. Nowhere have I encountered such a dull, monotonous fabric of life as here in America. Here boredom reaches its peak.

We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy.

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring.

The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.

Better to separate than never to marry.