Out of the sea will rise Behemoth and Leviathan, and sail 'round the high-pooped galleys... Dragons will wander about the waste places, and the phoenix will soar from her nest of fire into the air. We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.

All art is quite useless.

Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.

It's not hard to get the ideas when they come. They just come... it's painful waiting for them.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

How does one cure the soul? Through the senses

More women grow old nowadays through the faithfulness of their admirers than through anything else.