Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?

We should tackle reality in a slightly jokey way, otherwise we miss its point.

Every man is made of clay and diamond, and no woman can nourish both.

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

It is not peace we seek but meaning.

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

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans