New inventions can and will be made; however, nothing new can be thought of that concerns moral man. Everything has already been thought and said which at best we can express in different forms and give new expressions to.
Colour itself is a degree of darkness.
I treat my heart like a sick child and gratify its every fancy
Willing is not enough, we must do.
One never learns to understand truly anything but what one loves.
The march of intellect, which licks all the world into shape, has even reached the devil.