Time broadens the scope of verses and I know of some which, like music, are everything for all men.
The central problem of novel-writing is causality.
Life itself is a quotation.
There is no intellectual exercise which is not ultimately useless.
All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.
What man of us has never felt, walking through the twilight or writing down a date from his past, that he has lost something infinite?