There is no feeling more comforting and consoling than knowing you are right next to the one you love.

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

Nature....she will hang the night stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send word the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.

Illusion is the first of all pleasures.

The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.