“One must live well to know what living is.”

“A Man lives off his head.His head won't see him through.Inspect your own—What lives on that?At most, a louse or two . . .”

“Mankind lives by its headIts head won't see him throughInspect your own. What lives off that?At most a louse or two.”

“All artforms are in the service of the greatest of all arts: the art of living.”

“and you i beg make not your anger manifest. For all that lives needs help from all the rest.”

“I won't let you spoil my war for me. Destroys the weak, does it? Well, what does peace do for'em, huh? War feeds its people better.”

“Who built Thebes of the seven gates?In the books you will find the name of kings.Did the kings haul up the lumps of rock?And Babylon, many times demolished.Who raised it up so many times? In what housesOf gold-glittering Lima did the builders live?Where, the evening that the Wall of China was finishedDid the masons go? Great RomeIs full of triumphal arches. Who erected them? Over whomDid the Caesars triumph? Had Byzantium, much praised in song,Only palaces for its inhabitants? Even in fabled AtlantisThe night the ocean engulfed itThe drowning still bawled for their slaves.”