History ... Isn't Simply What Has Happened.

The Butterfly Lures Us Not Only Because He Is Beautiful, But Because He Is Transitory. The Caterpillar Is Uglier, But In Him We Can Regard The Better Joy Of Becoming.

We Were Born To Die; We Were Born To Endure, On The Way To Death, Sorrow-sorrow In Manifold Shapes.

Godlessness Invariably Produces Vulgarity. Civilization Is The Product Of Belief.

He Who Cries, 'what Do I Care About Universality? I Only Know What Is In Me,' Does Not Know Even That.

If We Had To Say What Writing Is, We Would Have To Define It Essentially As An Act Of Courage.