Never let a fool kiss you, or a kiss fool you. Oh, what lies there are in kisses!

The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.

Where words leave off, music begins.

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full many a beetle with loud applause Admires her dress of azure gauze, Admires her body's bright splendour, And also her figure so slender...

Every age thinks its battle the most important of all.

Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.

Round my cradle shimmered the last moonbeams of the eighteenth century and the first morning rays of the nineteenth.