Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
All human beings go through a previous life... Who knows how many fleshly forms the heir of heaven occupies before he can be brought to understand the value of that silence and solitude of spiritual worlds?
Art's greatest efforts are invariably a timid counterfeit of Nature.
Doubt follows white-winged hope with trembling steps.
While seeking out the dead, I see nothing but the living.
Men are perfectly willing to abandon a woman but they refuse to be abandoned by her.