We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

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

…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

The memory of man is as old as misfortune

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the place where he was hanged.

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