Choose well. Your choice is brief, and yet endless.

We do not have to visit a madhouse to find disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the universe.

All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.

Love and desire are the spirit's wings to great deeds.

He who is plenteously provided for from within, needs but little from without.

For true art there is no such thing as preparatory schooling, but there are certainly preparations; the best, however, is when the least pupil takes a share in master's work. Colour-grinders have turned into very good artists.

So all in their different fashions pursued their daily lives, thoughtfully or not; everything seemed to be following is usual course, as is the way in monstrously strange circumstances when everything is at stake: we go on with our lives as though nothing were the matter.