It is sometimes necessary to repeat what all know. All mapmakers should place the Mississippi in the same location and avoid originality.

Guys like you make life easy for some women.

Strict seriousness was far more dangerous than any joke.

In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there are two main ones, the real soul and a pretender soul. Now! Every man realizes that he has to love something or somebody. He feels that he must go outward. 'If thou canst not love, what art thou?' Are you with me?

With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything.

Art -- the fresh feeling, new harmony, the transforming magic which by means of myth brings back the scattered distracted soul from its modern chaos -- art, not politics, is the remedy.

... an era of turmoil and ideological confusion, the principal phenomenon of the present age.