Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.
Everything mortal has moments immortal
How loud clocks can tick when a room is empty, and one is alone!
How hard, how desperately hard, is the way of the experimenter in art!
Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.
All books are either dreams or swords, you can cut, or you can drug, with words.