Conformity is the last refuge of the unimaginitive

I'm too old to know everything

Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

George Moore leads his readers to the latrine and locks them in.

Individualism has really the higher aim. Modern morality consists in accepting the standard of one's age.

Fantastic shadows of birds