Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.

How strange that the world should change because of words, and words change because of the world

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.

...but then the general trouble with ignorance is always that the ignorant person has no idea that that's what they are. You can be ignorant and stupid and go through your whole life without ever encountering any evidence against the hypothesis that you're a genius.

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

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.

People taking photographs of their meals are not critics; they are from the United States.