You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?

You walk into a room, see a woman, and something happens. It's chemical. What are you going to do about it?

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely.

And then he sank back and tried, as usual, not to think. He must succeed. That's what the world was made for. That's what he was made for. That was what he would have to do.

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.

Shakespeare, I come!

Nature, machine-like, works definitely and heartlessly, if in the main beautifully. Hence, if we, as individuals, do not make this dream of a god or what he stands for us real in our thoughts and deeds, then he is not real or true.