Women are made to be loved, not understood.
memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away
The best one can say of modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality.
We call ours a utilitarian age, and we do not know the uses of any single thing. We have forgotten that water can cleanse, that fire can purify, and that the Earth is mother to us all.
It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone.
The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid