Geology gives us a key to the patience of God.
I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.
Ideals are the world's masters.
The temple of art is built in words.
Fashion is aristocratic-autocratic.
Every man who strikes blows for power, for influence, for institutions, for the right, must be just as good an anvil as he is a hammer.