The tragedy of Dionysus: Wear a black robe at night, and white you’ll wear by morning; but wear a purple robe to the midnight feast, and when you wake you’ll dress in black to mourn...

Looking back on my life, I sigh. The caprice of youth goes with the wind, I’ve no regrets.

To attempt to build up theories of art, or to form a new style, would be an act of supreme folly. It would be at once to reject the experiences and accumulated knowledge of thousands...

May a man live well-, and long-enough, to leave many joyful widows behind him.

I sat up in the strange bed fearing it had been a dream, afraid I would never see her again. Not because I wanted anything from her, only her presence. The disappearance of the presence...

El zekanın bir aletidir yalnızca. Zeka olmazsa hiçbir şey yapılmış olmaz.

What a face this girl possessed!—Could I neither die then nor gaze at her face every day, I would need to recreate it through painting or sculpture, or through fatherhood, until a second such face...

I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know...

I have a serious question.””I will give a serious answer.””Can a god be killed?”The humor drained from Roman’s face. “Well, that depends on if you’re a pantheist or a Marxist.””What’s the difference?””The first believes that...

After joyfully working each morning, I would leave off around midday to challenge myself to a footrace. Speeding along the sunny paths of the Jardin du Luxembourg, ideas would breed like aphids in my head—for...

Atunci am înțeles că nimic nu durează în suflet, că cea mai verificată încredere poate fi anulată de un singur gest, că cele mai sincere posesiuni nu dovedesc niciodată nimic, căci și sinceritatea poate fi...

Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still.

Bu özel giysili hizmetkar ve süslü araba dizisi Orazio’nun meslek yaşamında çok yararlı bir iş görmüş oluyordu. Bunun adı prestijdi, zaferdi.

Alexander the Great slept with ‘The Iliad’ beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer’s ‘Odyssey’ as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

Buat apa merisikokan patah hati untuk orang yang nggak benar-benar bisa membuatmu jatuh hati?

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat,we boil coffee...

Çünkü akıl maddeyi güzelleştirir bilgi aklı parlatır.

Why the Romans, Father?” I asked him one afternoon. “Because, my child, they teach us how to bear suffering in a world of injustice where all faith is dead,” he answered.

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose...

If you love my work, you are a good critic. If you do not love my work, you are a ‘not good’ critic.

Dün akşam yemekte, kocam bana Türk korsanlarından söz etti, savaş ortamından yararlanıp İspanyol gemilerini tutsak alıyorlarmış.- Korkmadığımı mı sanıyorsun?

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

Dacă nu-i vezi lacrimile unui om, nu înseamnă că el nu pl nge pe ascuns în sufletul lui.

It’s not that we have to leave this life one day, it’s how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves,...

Qu’est-ce que le roman, en effet, sinon cet univers où l’action trouve sa forme, où les mots de la fin sont prononcés, les êtres livrés aux êtres, où toute vie prend le visage du destin....

The world is mere change, and this life, opinion.

Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft.

Somewhere I’d heard, or invented perhaps, that the only pleasures found during a waning moon are misfortunes in disguise. Superstition aside, I avoid pleasure during the waning or absent moon out of respect for the...

Bir ressam için en ideal olanı, Pantheon’un *oculus’ü gibidir.Yüksekten gelen ışık modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlamsız çirkin yüze bile, tatlı bir hava, sanatçının istediği biçimde işleyeceği bir tür güzellik katacaktır…*oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.

Fortune’s fool! How we humans lie upon beauty like lizards upon a sun-baked rock.

Yang ada di antara kitahanya sentuh, bukan rasahanya cium, bukan kata-katahanya saat ini, bukan selamanya.

I wandered everywhere, through cities and countries wide. And everywhere I went, the world was on my side.

All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.

I would have had to kill him, and Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be...

It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly...

Dünya halini sevmeyiniz, ne de dünyada var olanı, kızım. Tanrı aşkı, dünya sevgisiyle dolu olan kişide yoktur!

The disappearance of the presence of beauty is the most despairing of events on this time-wheel of ours that rolls onward towards death.

If I were in his(Prophet Muhammad) presence, I would wash his feet.

A writer needs to ingest love to be passionate. Passion is a metabolite of love, and good writing is an active metabolite of passion.

Hello, Goddess.”- Roman Arceneaux

No power on earth, if it labours beneath the burden of fear, can possibly be strong enough to survive.

Did I live the spring I’d sought?It’s true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day...

Very good, Jason Grace,” Notus said. “You are a son of Jupiter, yet you have chosen your own path- as all the greatest demigods have done before you. You cannot control your parentage, but you...

İdam sehpasının birkaç metre ötesinden, Saint-Jean-Decolle tarikatından dört keşiş, siyah kukuletaları, kaba kumaştan giysileri içinde, idam mahkûmlarına işkence yapılmasından sorumlu bu dört din adamı, mahkûmlar kilisesinden, Beatrice’in babasının ikinci eşini -baba katlinde suç ortağı ve...

I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened...

The monster, Hitler, died like Uther, frightened, hiding, haunted by his crimes and his wholly reasonable belief that all decent human beings would turn their backs on him. Who really cares where Hitler’s bones lie,...

The birthing wolf,Her heart fed with tenderness,Gave forth from ripe brown nipples,Food to feed the universe.

The Romans feared their dead. In fact, Roman funeral customs derived from a need to propitiate the sensibilities of the departed. The very word funus may be translated as dead body, funeral ceremony, or murder....

The authority of those who teach is often an obstacle to those who want to learn.