We cannot be more sensitive to pleasure without being more sensitive to pain.
On me the tempest falls. It does not make me tremble. O holy Mother Earth, O air and sun, behold me. I am wronged.
I pray the gods will give me some reliefAs the constellations rise and sink.
Oh me, I have been struck a mortal blow right inside.
He had not remembered her name, but he had seen her dance — had been carried away and fascinated by the supreme art that can make you forget art.
Running away from fear is fear; fighting pain is pain; trying to be brave is being scared. If the mind is in pain, the mind is pain. The thinker has no other form than his thought.
We have exiled beauty; the Greeks took up arms for her.
Like great works, deep feelings always mean more than they are conscious of saying.
If the world were clear, art would not exist.