There is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.

He knew that the whole mystery of beauty can never be comprehended by the crowd, and that while clearness is a virtue of style, perfect explicitness is not a necessary virtue.

The making of one's life into art is, after all, the first duty and privilege of every man.

Night, a more perfect day.

I had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.

And I would have, now love is over, An end to all, an end: I cannot, having been your lover Stoop to become your friend!

My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.