Why was I born with such contemporaries?
Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.
The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
By doing just a little every day, I can gradually let the task completely overwhelm me.
Greek dress was in its essence inartistic. Nothing should reveal the body but the body.