Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.
And killing time is perhaps the essence of comedy, just as the essence of tragedy is killing eternity.
Dream abides; it is the only things that abides; vision abides.
What we believe to be the motives of our conduct are usually but the pretexts for it.
That which the Fascists hate above all else, is intelligence.
To love with the spirit is to pity, and he who pities most loves most.