When the wind carries a cry which is meaningful to human ears, it is simpler to believe the wind shares with us some part of the emotion of Being than that the mysteries of a hurricane's rising murmur reduce to no more than the random collision of insensate molecules.
(Norman Mailer (b. 1923), U.S. author. Narrator, "Advertisement for Myself on the Way Out," Advertisements for Myself, p. 520, Putnam's (1959).)
A monarchy is like a man-of-warbad shots between wind and water hurt it exceedingly; there is a danger of capsizing. But democracy is a raft. You cannot easily overturn it. It is a wet place, but it is a pretty safe one.
Lust is a mysterious wound in the side of humanity; or rather, at the very source of its life! To confound this lust in man with that desire which unites the sexes is like confusing a tumor with the very organ which it devours, a tumor whose very deformity horribly reproduces the shape.
(Georges Bernanos (1888-1948), French novelist, political writer. The Diary of a Country Priest, ch. 4 (1936).)
Listening to someone talk isn't at all like listening to their words played over on a machine. What you hear when you have a face before you is never what you hear when you have before you a winding tape.
(Oriana Fallaci (b. 1930), Italian author. The Egotists, foreword (1963).)