I live, which is the main point.

A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

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

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

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

There, where one burns books... one, in the end, burns men.