Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose trinity! Luminous triangle! Whoever has not known you is without sense!

Farewell until eternity, where you and I shall not find ourselves together.

Although according to certain philosophers it is quite difficult to distinguish the jester from the melancholic, life itself being a comic drama or a dramatic comedy.

Taste is the fundamental quality which sums up all other qualities. It is the ne plus ultra of the intelligence.

As beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table.

Real sorrow is incompatible with hope. No matter how great that sorrow may be, hope raises it one hundred cubits higher.