Upon the demon-ridden pilgrimage of human life, what next I wonder.
emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.
Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
The entry of a child into any situation changes the whole situation.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.