Symmetry is tedious, and tedium is the very basis of mourning. Despair yawns.

Freedom begins where it ends ignorance.

Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.

First problem. To produce wealth. Second problem. To distribute it.

You ask me what forces me to speak? a strange thing; my conscience.

In the domain of art there is no light without heat.

If suffer we must, let's suffer on the heights.