Lo, sleep is good, better is death--in sooth The best of all were never to be born.

If one has no heart, one cannot write for the masses.

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

My heart resembles the ocean; has storm, and ebb and flow; and many a beautiful pearl lies hid in its depths below.

The cloudlets are lazily sailing O'er the blue Atlantic sea; And mid the twilight there hovers A shadowy figure o'er me.

There are more fools in the world than there are people.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.