There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies.

A task, any task, undertaken in an adventurous spirit acquires the merit of romance.

I found myself back in the sepulchral city resenting the sight of people hurrying through the streets to filch a little money from each other, to devour their infamous cookery, to gulp their unwholesome beer, to dream their insignificant and silly dreams. They trespassed upon my thoughts.

Do not talk to me of Archimedes' lever. He was an absent-minded person with a mathematical imagination. Mathematics commands my respect, but I have no use for engines. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.

The mind of man is capable of anything.

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.