Fragrances fill the senses with the mysterious.
Belfastas uncivilised as ever--savage black mothers in houses of dark red brick, friendly manufacturers too drunk to entertain you when you arrive. It amuses me till I get tired.
Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its highest. Live in fragments no longer
History develops, art stands still.
Love and understand the Italians, for the people are more marvellous than the land.
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.
There are few, I believe, in this enlightened age, who will not acknowledge that slavery as an institution is a moral and political evil.
What's missing from the online experience is community. Married couples are still going to need something to do on Tuesday nights, right? And it's not going to be individually retiring to their offices to watch on their computers. It's: "We just put the meat loaf dishes away, let's go watch television. " It's going to happen. We shouldn't be so led around by other models.
Nothing is more odious than the majority, for it consists of a few powerful leaders, a certain number of accommodating scoundrels and submissive weaklings, and a mass of men who trot after them without thinking, or knowing their own minds.
Chaos is a friend of mine.