Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.

Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.

People tell me that the countryside must always be stupid and backward, and I get angry, as if it were said that only townspeople had immortal souls, and that it was only in the city that the flame of divinity breathed into the first men had an unobscured glow.

We are tired who follow after fantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter stain our hearts with richest dyes.

There is a law in human nature which draws us to like what we passionately condemn.

Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.

Whiskey: a torchligh procession marching down your throat.