In Art As In Love, Instinct Is

Men Are Not Created To Know, Men Are Not Created To Understand ... And Our Illusions Increase With Our Knowledge.

The Average Man Does Not Know What To Do With This Life, Yet Wants Another One Which Will Last Forever.

We Find It Hard To Picture To Ourselves The State Of Mind Of A Man Of Older Days Who Firmly Believed That The Earth Was The Centre Of The Universe, And That All The Heavenly Bodies Revolved Around It. He Could Feel Beneath His Feet The Writhings Of The Damned Amid The Flames; Very Likely He Had Seen With His Own Eyes And Smelt With His Own Nostrils The Sulphurous Fumes Of Hell Escaping From Some Fissure In The Rocks. Looking Upwards, He Beheld ... The Incorruptible Firmament, Wherein The Stars Hung Like So Many Lamps.

A Woman Without Breasts Is Like A Bed Without Pillows.

The Future Is Hidden Even From Those Who Are Forging It.