Pure good soon grows insipid, wants variety and spirit. Pain is a bittersweet, which never surfeits. Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust. Hatred alone is immortal.
Some people break promises for the pleasure of breaking them.
Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.
Rules and models destroy genius and art.
Our energy is in proportion to the resistance it meets.
The garb of religion is the best cloak for power.