Without stories$$$ we wouldn't be human beings at all.

You cannot change what you are$$$ only what you do.

For the greedy$$$ there will be no tomb.

Instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover$$$ life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

I wished to see storms only on those coasts where they raged with most violence.

I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.

Animals don't hate$$$ and we're supposed to be smarter than them.

Man reading ought to be a man intensely alive. The book ought to be a ball of light in his hands.