I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love - nothing else.

I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.

Life's true face is the skull.

We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.

the highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and more despairing: Sacred Awe!

Free yourself from one passion to be dominated by another and nobler one. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? To sacrifice oneself to an idea, to a race, to God? Or does it mean that the higher the model the longer the longer the tether of our slavery?

Good Lord, how can the rich bear to die?