All art is at once surface and symbol.
She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.
I drink to separate my body from my soul.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword
Every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character.
He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.