Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is.
Was there a little time between the invention of language and the coming of true and false?
Looking backward at what has been lost, I feel sad, then indifferent, and at last relieved.
I was once in love with books. Now they go their way and I go mine.
Masks are what they seem to be; not so the faces beneath them.
Money comes to life as it is spent.