Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

Science is the poetry of the intellect and poetry the science of the heart's affections.

Let us define 'man' as a poet perpetually conspiring against himself.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

I'm trying to die correctly, but it's very difficult, you know.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.