War makes good history but peace is poor reading.
Silence has sometimes a remarkable power of showing itself as the disembodied soul of feeling wandering without its carcase, and it is then more impressive than speech.
We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.
Always wanting another man than your own.
Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.