The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.
I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.
The ages live in history through their anachronisms.
The proper school to learn art is not life but art
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.