To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.
The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.
The straight line, a respectable optical illusion which ruins many a man.
A day will come when markets, open to trade, and minds, open to ideas, will become the sole battlefield.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!
It is not enough to be happy, one must be content.