It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
The old know what they want; the young are sad and bewildered.
Eat with the rich, but go to the play with the poor, who are capable of joy.
The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.
Youth is the time for adventures of the body, but age for the triumphs of the mind.
An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.