A man's grammar, like Caesar's wife, must not only be pure, but above suspicion of impurity.

Me volví loco, con largos intervalos de horrible cordura.

Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.

When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.

No man who ever lived knows any more about the hereafter than you and I.

Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone— Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness—for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around thee—and their will Shall overshadow thee: be still. [...]

No pictorial or sculptural combinations of points of human loveliness, do more than approach the living and breathing human beauty as it gladdens our daily path.