Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.

for what is the gift of the poet and the artist except to see the sights which others cannot see and to hear the sounds that others cannot hear?

Christianity is a formula: it is nothing more.

Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!

Woman's fatal weakness is to desire sympathy and comprehension. --"Wanda

Great men have always had dogs.

Who has passed by the fates of disillusion has died twice.