Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up...

Least said, soonest mended

Stranger, pause and ask thyself the question, Canst thou do likewise? If not, with a blush retire.

It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions.

My imagination would never have served me as it has, but for the habit of commonplace, humble, patient, daily, toiling, drudging attention

In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.