A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.

Earth knows no desolation. She smells regeneration in the moist breath of decay.

Heiresses are never jilted.

We are betrayed by what is false within

Caricature is rough truth.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Speech is the small change of silence.