Time is an illusion.

Better never means better for everyone... It always means worse$$$ for some.

A poet is$$$ before anything else$$$ a person who is passionately in love with language.

What am I living for and what am I dying for are the same question.

We thought we were running away from the grownups$$$ and now we are the grownups.

No opera plot can be sensible$$$ for people do not sing when they are feeling sensible.

The basic stimulus to the intelligence is doubt$$$ a feeling that the meaning of an experience is not self-evident.

Those who will not reason$$$ perish in the act. Those who will not act$$$ perish for that reason.

Every man carries with him through life a mirror$$$ as unique and impossible to get rid of as his shadow.

What the mass media offers is not popular art$$$ but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food$$$ forgotten$$$ and replaced by a new dish.