He found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.

Every jackass going the roads thinks he has ideas.

Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.

Your battles inspired me - not the obvious material battles but those that were fought and won behind your forehead.

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.