Life is painful, nasty and short.. in my case it has only been painful and nasty.

For most people, life is nasty, brutish, and short; for me, it has simply been nasty and brutish.

Love becomes the deposit of the heart, analogous in all degrees to the 'findings' in a tomb. As in one will be charted the taken place of the body, the raiment, the utensils necessary to its other life, so in the heart of the lover will be traced, as an indelible shadow, that which he loves.

None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.

No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.