What has been postponed by reason of road and effort is well postponed. - Vilhelm Ekelund

Whose is the world? Whose is thought? His who loves them.

Sometimes it is hard to avoid a certain feeling of sadness: when realizing that everything sensible has already, many times over, been excellently expressed—and expressed in vain. And note how well-hidden, pushed into obscurity, drowned by triviality's overwhelming mass—therefore, how important it is that the sensible be repeated again and again, experienced in new individuals over and over with new variations, with a new emphasis, in a new voice—continuously kept alive.

Everything great has already been said. But the person who knows how to stimulate his soul with the magnificence of it is always something new.