Life cheats us with shadows. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us with bitterness and disappointment in its train.
If you cannot prove a man wrong, don't panic. You can always call him names.
It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.
The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.
And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.
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.