Everyone loathes his own country and countrymen if he is any sort of artist.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

'We live' writes Pursewarden somewhere 'lives based upon selected fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time — not by our personalities as we like to think. Thus every interpretation oа reality is based upon a unique position. Two paces east or west and the whole picture is changed.

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

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.