Nothing has been given to me.
My lord. It is too much, and not enough
Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
All knowledge is worth having
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
We are all these things [. . . ]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty. . . and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.
The world is magic. Science is but an insipid style of sorcery.
The exit is usually where the entrance was.
People who never seen to learn claim the government can be made more efficient.
Society seldom forgives those who have discovered the emptiness of its pleasures, and who can live independent of it and them.