In heaven, all the interesting people are missing.
Not joy is the mother of dissipation, but joylessness.
The inability to lie is far from the love of truth.
If you stare into the Abyss long enough the Abyss stares back at you.
Kindliness, friendliness, the courtesy of the heart, are ever-flowing streams of non egoistic impulses, and have given far more powerful assistance to culture than even those much more famous demonstrations which are called pity, mercy, and self-sacrifice.
The spirit of the poet craves spectators... even if only buffaloes.