Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.
Unhappy parents teach you a lesson that lasts a lifetime.
I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.
Sooner or later, all games become serious.
We live in a world ruled by fictions of every kind -- mass merchandising, advertising, politics conducted as a branch of advertising, the instant translation of science and technology into popular imagery. . .
Everything is becoming science fiction. From the margins of an almost invisible literature has sprung the intact reality of the 20th century.
Memories have huge staying power, but like dreams, they thrive in the dark, surviving for decades in the deep waters of our minds like shipwrecks on the sea bed.
The sea is not rising. It hasn't risen in 50 years.
It's not your word that matters, it's who you give it too.
Whether the psychological effect of color is direct. . . or whether it is the outcome of association, is open to question. The soul being one with the body, it may well be possible that a psychological tremor generates corresponding one through association.
Originally a pupil of Liebig, I became a pupil of Dumas, Gerhardt and Williamson: I no longer belonged to any school.