Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.
The worst moment for the atheist is when he is really thankful and has nobody to thank.
The Wombat is a Joy, a Triumph, a Delight, a Madness!
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell.
Places that are empty of you are empty of life.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone, But as the meaning of all things that are.