Let us live for the beauty of our own reality.

Damn the age. I'll write for antiquity.

I am in love with this green Earth.

We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

I have had playmates, I have had companions; In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.

A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market.