Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.
The world of sleep has an existence of its own.
They say love is blindness of heart; I say not to love is blindness.
The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.
To rise from error to truth is rare and beautiful.
The quantity of civilization is measured by the quality of imagination.