O Diabo, invejoso, fez o homem confundir fé com religião e amor com casamento.
Dreams disdain fine lines and finishing touches on landscapes – they content themselves with thick but representative brushstrokes.
To him the stars seemed like so many musical notes affixed to the sky, just waiting for somebody to unfasten them. Someday the sky would be emptied, but by then the earth would be a constellation of musical scores
Tomorrow’s sun is on it’s way – a relentless sun, inscrutable like life.
,,,we forget our good actions only slowly, and in fact never truly forget them.
He felt that there is a loose balance of good and evil, and that the art of living consists in getting the greatest good out of the greatest evil.
A man’s eye serves as a photography to the invisible, as well as his ear serves as echo to the silence.
Nothing could have been more imprudent or more natural than this reply. It reflected the ecstasy inspired by great crises.
In ordinary life, the action of a third party does not free the contractor from an obligation; but the advantage of making a contract with heaven is that intentions are valid currency.
…one of the roles of man is to shut his eyes and keep them shut to see if he can continue into the night of his old age the dream curtailed in the night of his youth.
Some actions are even baser than the people who commit them.
Till now, madness has been thought a small island in an ocean of sanity. I am beginning to suspect that it is not an island at all but a continent.