...I am much better now at ambiguities.

My face too blind, my mind too limited, my instincts too narrow. But this intensity, doesn't it mean anything?

It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.

From Euclid to Newton there were straight lines. The modern age analyzes the wavers.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

All human accomplishment has this same origin, identically. Imagination is a force of nature. Is this not enough to make a person full of ecstasy? Imagination, imagination, imagination! It converts to actual. It sustains, it alters, it redeems!

And what about all the good I have in my heart - does it mean anything?