Love compels cruelty To those who do not understand love.

Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended.

There is no method but to be very intelligent.

An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

Genuine blasphemy, genuine in spirit and not purely verbal, is the product of partial belief, and is as impossible to the complete atheist as to the perfect Christian.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.