Death has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
Unreal friendship may turn to real But real friendship, once ended, cannot be mended
The remarkable thing about television is that it permits several million people to laugh at the same joke and still feel lonely.
And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.