The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.

It was surprising that Nature had gone tranquilly on with her golden process in the midst of so much devilment.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.

And it was as if fate had betrayed the soldier. In death it exposed to his enemies that poverty which in life he had perhaps concealed from his friends.

In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.

Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.