A poem is good until one knows by whom it is.
In a well-run mental household there ought to be a thorough cleaning at the threshold of consciousness a few times a year.
You'd be surprised how hard it can often be to translate an action into an idea.
Contemporaries live from second hand to mouth.
In Berlin, things are serious but not hopeless. In Vienna, they are hopeless but not serious.
How powerful social mores are! Only a spider's web lies across the volcano, yet it refrains from erupting.