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.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

All special charters of freedom must be abrogated where the universal law of freedom is to flourish.

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

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

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

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