But I have been exposed, I am pursued - by myself! That is a pursuit that does not readily let go.

His brain was in one of those states that are both violent and yet frighteningly calm, in which thought runs so deep it blots out reality. You no longer see the objects around you, yet you can see the shapes in your mind as thought they are outside your body.

The beautiful is as useful as the useful." He added after a pause, "More so, perhaps.

Right is on the side of the hungry.

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps.

Women play on their beauty as children play with their knives. And they hurt themselves on it, too.

According to an eastern fable, the rose was white when God created it, but when, as it unfolded, it felt Adam's eyes upon it, it blushed in modesty and turned pink.