The love of freedom has been the quality of Western man.
Does it matter whether you hate yourself? At least love your eyes that can see, your mind that can hear the music, the thunder of the wings.
Seagulls . . . slim yachts of the element.
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies.
Truly men hate the truth; they'd liefer meet a tiger on the road.
The heads of strong old age are beautiful beyond all grace of youth.