Ulysses

—Look at the sea. What does it care about offences?

love’s bitter mystery

I am the boy
That can enjoy
Invisibility.

He who stealeth from the poor lendeth to the Lord. Thus spake Zarathustra.

Met her once in the park. In the dark. What a lark.

People could put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riled them was a bite from a sheep.

Ulysses’ is the Latin equivalent of the Greek ‘Odysseus’, the name of the wily warrior celebrated by Homer

We were always loyal to lost causes, the professor said. Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination.

The movements which work revolutions in the world are born out of the dreams and visions in a peasant's heart on the hillside.

Love loves to love love.