All men would be masters of others, and no man is lord of himself.
The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.
Superstition is the poetry of life.
A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.
The nude is the perfect expression of freedom. Freedom to be.
Who can think wise or stupid things at all that were not thought already in the past.