The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.
In essence the Renaissance was simply the green end of one of civilization's hardest winters.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
There comes a time in each life like a point of fulcrum. At that time you must accept yourself. It is not anymore what you will become. It is what you are and always will be.
Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.
That is the great distinction between the sexes. Men see objects, women see the relationships between objects.
Content is a word unknown to life; it is also a word unknown to man.
Most marriages recognize this paradox: Passion destroys passion; we want what puts an end to wanting what we want.
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical.
The supposed great misery of our century is the lack of time.
There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
An answer is always a form of death.
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