It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.
Zuleika, on a desert island, would have spent most of her time in looking for a man's footprint.
Pessimism does win us great happy moments.
A quiet city is a contradiction in terms. It is a thing uncanny, spectral.
It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.