When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.

Fascism is fundamentally and at bottom an aesthetic conception, and . . . it is your function as creators of beautiful things to portray with the greatest efficacy the sublime beauty and inevitable reality of the Fascist ideal.

The garden where you sit Has never a need of flowers, For you are the blossoms And only a fool or the blind Would fail to know it

God is an oppressor, He is incapable of human sympathy; behind a smiling face He hides an evil heart.

Did you know that childhood is the only time in our lives when insanity is not only permitted to us, but expected?

The human heart likes a little disorder in its geometry.

We have roots that grow towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom has fallen from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.