People who do not get into scrapes are a great deal less interesting than those who do.

You that in far-off countries of the sky can dwell secure, look back upon me here; for I am weary of this frail world's decay.

Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.

Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.

Old age is a disease from which there is no recovery but the old nun's recent attack had certainly been brought on chiefly by the fatigue of so much travelling.

It is useless to talk with those who do not understand one and troublesome to talk with those who criticize from a feeling of superiority. Especially one-sided persons are troublesome. Few are accomplished in many arts and most cling narrowly to their own opinion.

farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.