A man is infinitely more complicated than his thoughts.
History is the science of what never happens twice.
What one wrote playfully, another reads with tension and passion; what one wrote with tension and passion, another reads playfully.
Nothing beautiful can be summarized.
A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.
What golden hour of life, what glittering moment will ever equal the pain its loss can cause?