We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

August for the people and their favourite islands. Daily the steamers sidle up to meet The effusive welcome of the pier.

Time will say nothing but I told you so, Time only knows the price we have to pay; If I could tell you I would let you know.

I just try to put the thing out and hope somebody will read it. Someone says: 'Whom do you write for?' I reply: 'Do you read me?' If they say 'Yes,' I say, 'Do you like it?' If they say 'No,' then I say, 'I don't write for you.'

A man is a form of life that dreams in order to act and acts in order to dream.

But he would have us most of all remember to be enthusiastic over the night. Not only for the sense of wonder it alone has to offer but also because it needs our love. For with sad eyes its delectable creatures look up and beg us dumbly to ask them to follow. They are exiles who long for a future that lies in our power.

Whatever the field under discussion, those who engage in debate must not only believe in each other's good faith, but also in their capacity to arrive at the truth.