A life without love, without the presence of the beloved, is nothing but a mere magic-lantern show. We draw out slide after slide, swiftly tiring of each, and pushing it back to make haste for the next.

The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.

What is part of you, you cannot get rid of, even if you were to throw it away.

I wish the crowd to feel itself well treated, Especially since it lives and lets me live.

Only that type of story deserves to be called moral that shows us that one has the power within oneself to act, out of the conviction that there is something better, even against one's own inclination.

The work of art may have a moral effect, but to demand moral purpose from the artist is to make him ruin his work.

True love is love that stays constant for ever, whatever it's fortune; whether requited or scored, filled or sent empty away.