She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine.

Should at that moment the full moon Step forth upon the hill, And memories hard to bear at noon, By moonlight harder still, Form in the shadows of the trees, - Things that you could not spare And live, or so you thought, yet these All gone, and you still there, A man no longer what he was, Not yet the thing he planned.

Life must go on; I forget just why.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

The only people I really hate are servants. They're not really human beings at all.

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.