Opposition to a man in love is like oil to fire.
Death! It is rest to the aged, it is oblivion to the atheist, it is immortality to the poet!
Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.
If all feeling for grace and beauty were not extinguished in the mass of mankind at the actual moment, such a method of locomotion as cycling could never have found acceptance; no man or woman with the slightest aesthetic sense could assume the ludicrous position necessary for it.
age is nothing but death that is conscious.
The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.