One can easily classify all works of fiction either as descendants of the Iliad or of the Odyssey.
True stories deal with hunger, imaginary ones with love.
Time is money, so give me some money to think.
Inspiration which consists in blind obedience to every impulse is in reality a sort of slavery.
It doesn't seem to me that anyone has discovered much that's new since the Iliad or the Odyssey.
Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.
There have been only rare moments in history where individual histories were able to run their course without wars or revolutions.