Where the light is brightest, the shadows are deepest.
The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.
When you lose interest in anything, you also lose the memory for it.
It is related of an Englishman that he hanged himself to avoid the daily task of dressing and undressing.
The eternal female draws us onward.
Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.