that which is eternal within the moment only becomes shallow if spread out in time.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Power takes as ingratitude the writhing of its victims

I have observed, on board a steamer, how men and women easily give way to their instinct for flirtation, because water has the power of washing away our sense of responsibility, and those who on land resemble the oak in their firmness behave like floating seaweed when on the sea.

O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

Let me light my lamp", says the star, "And never debate if it will help to remove the darkness

The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.