Like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker. - Joseph Conrad

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

Do you know how I would call the nature of the present economic conditions? I would call it cannibalistic. That's what it is! They are nourishing their greed on the quivering flesh and the warm blood of the people - nothing else.

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that's not the same thing.