A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.
Life isn't long enough for love and art.
The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.
Evil can be condoned only if in the beyond it is compensated by good and god himself needs immortality to vindicate his ways to man.
The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
No affectation of peculiarity can conceal a commonplace mind.