There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?

... my mind lay limp in an empty world.

Only talent interests me in paintings and books. Not general ideas, but the individual contribution.

The general impression is that fifteen year-old Dolly remains morbidly uninterested in sexual matters, or to be exact, represses her curiosity in order to save her ignorance and self-dignity.

A wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle.