Water is the soul of the Earth.

Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.

Like everything which is not the involuntary result of fleeting emotion but the creation of time and will, any marriage, happy or unhappy, is infinitely more interesting than any romance, however passionate.

I'll love you till the ocean Is folded and hung up to dry And the seven stars go squawking Like geese about the sky.

The stars are dead. The animals will not look: We are left alone with our day, and the time is short, and History to the defeated May say Alas but cannot help nor pardon.

If there are any souls in hell, it is because that is where they insist on being.

Geniuses are the luckiest of mortals because what they must do is the same as what they most want to do.