No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
Yes I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart
[A cat] will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society.
Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.
I was born to travel and write verse.
White men should exhibit the same insensibility to moral tortures that red men do to physical torments.