Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece

You have to be an artist and a madman...

Don't cry, I'm sorry to have deceived you so much, but that's how life is.

We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.

Life is a great sunrise. I do not see why death should not be an even greater one.

But after all we are not children, not illiterate juvenile delinquents, not English public school boys who after a night of homosexual romps have to endure the paradox of reading the Ancients in expurgated versions.