We make too much of that long groan which underlines the past.

I try to forget what happiness was, and when that don't work, I study the stars.

What are men? Children who doubt.

When you get a class reciting some great poems, it'll tear your heart out.

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome.

A culture, we all know, is made by its cities.

In Eden who sleeps happiest? The serpent.