The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

Newness hath an evanescent beauty.

Out of my own great woe I make my little songs.

This was but a prelude; where books are burnt human-beings will be burnt in the end

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

I wept in my dreams. I dreamed you lay in the grave; I awoke, and the tears still poured down my cheeks. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you had left me; I awoke and I went on weeping long and bitterly. I wept in my dreams, I dreamed you were still kind to me; I awoke, and still the flow of my tears streams on.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.