There is no logical reason why the camel of great art should pass through the needle of mob intelligence.

International relationships are preordained to be clumsy gestures based on imperfect knowledge.

Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.

A strong hatred is the best lamp to bear in our hands as we go over the dark places of life, cutting away the dead things men tell us to revere.

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse.