Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence.

I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.

You will observe that the stories told are all about money-seekers, not about money-finders.

A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The tints of the green carpet deepened; and when, one by one, the white daisies shrank away, there sprang up, in place of them, ten by ten of the ruby-red asphodel. And life arose in our paths; for the tall flamingo hitherto unseen, with all gay glowing birds, flaunted his scarlet plumage before us. The golden and silver fish haunted the river.

To him, who still would gaze upon the glory of the summer sun, there comes, when that sun will from him part, a sullen hopelessness of heart.

Boston: Their hotels are bad. Their pumpkin pies are delicious. Their poetry is not so good.

Either the memory of past bliss is the anguish of to-day; or the agonies which are have their origins in ecstasies which might have been.