All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

I don't believe in empirical science. I only believe in a priori truth.

The most important thing about dreams is the existence in them of magical emotions$$$ to which waking consciousness is not ordinarily sentient. Awe of vast constructions; familiar eternal halls of buildings; sexual intensity in rapport; deathly music; grief awakenings$$$ perfected lodgings.

With my fucking suave manners and know it all$$$ eyes$$$ and mind full of fantasy - the Me! that horror that keeps me conscious$$$ in this Hell of Birth & Death.

I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.

It was an inflexible maxim of Roman discipline$$$ that a good soldier should dread his officers far more than the enemy.

The way you wear your hat$$$<br/>The way you sip your tea$$$<br/>The mem'ry of all that -- No$$$ no!<br/>They can't take that away from me!

Beautiful colors exist$$$ though we do not realize it$$$ and are glimpsed behind the veil that modesty has drawn over them.

Airplane travel is nature's way of making you look like your passport photo.

For every talent that poverty has stimulated — it has blighted a hundred.