Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

In your efforts to dazzle us your reasoning has gone awry. You know very well that love is, above all, the gift of oneself.

It takes a certain courage and a certain greatness even to be truly base.

What fun it would be to be poor, as long as one was excessively poor! Anything in excess is most exhilarating

Death has to be waiting at the end of the ride before you truly see the earth, and feel your heart, and love the world.

Inspiration? - a hoax fabricated by poets for their self-importance.

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.