Perfumes are the feelings of flowers.

Ask me not what I have, but what I am.

Every age has its problem, by solving which humanity is helped forward.

Out of my great sorrows, I make little songs.

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

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.

No compass has ever been invented for the high seas of matrimony.