Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin.
Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.
He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it
History may be servitude. History may be freedom. See, now they vanish. The faces and places, with the self which, as it could, loved them, to become renewed, transfigured, in another pattern.
The chief danger about Paris is that it is such a strong stimulant.
The work of creation is never without travail.