The more rapidly a civilization progresses, the sooner it dies for another to rise in its place.
What we call 'Progress' is the exchange of one nuisance for another nuisance.
It is only the great men who are truly obscene. If they had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared to be great.
The Promised Land always lies on the other side of a Wilderness.
The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum.
Thinking in its lower grades, is comparable to paper money, and in its higher forms it is a kind of poetry.
The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw.
Jealousy - that dragon which slays love under the pretense of keeping it alive.
The art of living lies in a fine mingling of holding on and letting go.
Jealousy: that Dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.
The sun, the moon and the stars would have disappeared long ago, had they happened to be within reach of predatory human hands.