I have always felt that everybody on earth goes about in disguise.
Stories, like whiskey, must be allowed to mature in the cask.
Love lives in sealed bottles of regret.
Pessimists are usually kind. The gay, bubbling over, have no time for the pitiful.
Celibacy bestows on a man the qualified freedom of a besieged city where one sometimes has to eat rats.
The framework of the artist's ideas is clearly only that which he is forever seeking for universality, and must be far wider than the framework of the ideals of the patriot.