The absence of the heavy boot of Europe has preserved to these people the agile walk of the wild animal, while the general simplicity of their lives has given them many other points of physical perfection.
Did anyone ever have a boring dream?
The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.
The hidden child wants to be able to participate and to co-create in art, rather than being simply an admiring viewer.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
The history of thought may be summed up in these words: it is absurd by what it seeks and great by what it finds.
The universe is built on a plan the profound symmetry of which is somehow present in the inner structure of our intellect.
Poe is the only impeccable writer. He was never mistaken.
What is the price of a thousand horses against a son where there is one son only?
In this cry of pain the inner consciousness of the people seems to lay itself bare for an instant, and to reveal the mood of beings who feel their isolation in the face of a universe that wars on them with winds and seas.