Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning.
... it is one thing to like defiance, and another thing to like its consequences.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.
I think I am quite wicked with roses. I like to gather them, and smell them till they have no scent left.
Death was not to be a leap: it was to be a long descent under thickening shadows.
There are glances of hatred that stab, and raise no cry of murder.