[The] world [is] in everlasting conflict between the new idea and the old allegiances, new arts and new inventions against the old establishment.

It is a tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know -- the less a man knows, the more sure it is that he knows everything.

Reality becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

Why,' I said, quite surprised by my own eloquence in inventing all this stuff, 'it happens every day. The old old story. Boys and girls fall in love, that is, they are driven mad and go blind and deaf and see each other not as human animals with comic noses and bandy legs and voices like frogs, but as angels so full of shining goodness that like hollow turnips with candles put into them, they seem miracles of beauty. And the next minute the candles shoot out sparks and burn their eyes. And they seem to each other like devils, full of spite and cruelty. And they will drive each other mad unless they have grown some imagination. Even enough to laugh.