Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

I saw and heard, and knew at last The How and Why of all things, past, and present, and forevermore.

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom, golden in the green grass, This life can be. Common as a dandelion-blossom, beautiful in the clean grass, not beautiful Because common, beautiful because beautiful, Noble because common, because free.

I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me.

I love humanity but I hate people.

Music my rampart, and my only one.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!