I am the center of the world, but the control panel seems to be somewhere else.
Fearful of sentimentality, I disown my tears and melting heart.
The extravagance of intellect outstrips the extravagance of desire.
Memory is imagination pinned down.
Scepticism is always a back road leading to some credo or other.
Great men wait for the right moment to abandon caution. The rest of us abandon it when impatience becomes too much for us.