He left her. She was dissatisfied with him. He had preferred to incur her anger rather than cause her pain. He had kept all the pain for himself.
Idleness is a mother. She has a son, robbery, and a daughter, hunger.
A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.
No army can withstand the strength of an idea whose time has come.
God made only water, but man made wine.
Human intelligence discovered a way of perpetuating itself, one not only more durable and more resistant than architecture, but also simpler and easier. Architecture was dethroned. The stone letters of Orpheus gave way to the lead letters of Gutenburg. The book will kill the edifice.