As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.
Nothing, I know, had any chance against death.
Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.
There was a star riding through clouds one night, & I said to the star, 'Consume me'.