The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.
Sensuality without love is a sin; love without sensuality is worse than a sin.
There are those who dance to the rhythm that is played to them, those who only dance to their own rhythm, and those who don't dance at all.
All true tradition usually appears revolutionary.
Pride in a man is confused with dignity; in a woman, with self-love.
When there is nothing to fear is the time to begin fearing everything.