The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
Power without abuse loses its charm.
Do you not realise that dance is the pure act of metamorphosis?
We need to wake up from a thought that lasts too long.
Man cannot bear his own portrait. The image of his limits and his own determinacy exasperates him, drives him mad.
The only treaties that ought to count are those which would effect a settlement between ulterior motives.