The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

Schopenhauer has analysed the pessimism that characterize modern thought, but Hamlet invented it

Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

Every prison that men build Is built with bricks of shame, And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim.

I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.

The best way to appreciate your job is to, is here to stay.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.