Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

I've put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that's the only way of insuring one's immortality.

Ulysses He ... saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid flatong flower.

White wine is like electricity. Red wine looks and tastes like a liquified beefsteak.

Theologians consider that it was the sin of pride, the sinful thought conceived in an instant: non serviam: I will not serve. That instant was his [Lucifer's] ruin.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.