Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.

The spark of true poetry flashes when ideas are juxtaposed that no one has yet thought of bringing together.

Was it serious? I don't know. It certainly had serious consequences.

When we are stirred to lament the loss of the gods, it is more than likely the gods who are doing the stirring.

As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies,as a form of abstract thought. I dont wish to deny the uses of the intellect,but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.

The highest type of intelligence, says Aristotle, manifests itself in an ability to see connections where no one has seen them before, that is, to think analogically.

One thought alone preoccupies the submerged mind of Empire: how not to end, how not to die, how to prolong its era. By day it pursues its enemies. It is cunning and ruthless, it sends its bloodhounds everywhere. By night it feeds on images of disaster: the sack of cities, the rape of populations, pyramids of bones, acres of desolation.