The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.

One often hears of a horse that shivers with terror, or of a dog that howls at something a mans eyes cannot see, and men who live primitive lives where instinct does the work of reason are fully conscious,of many things we cannot perceive at all. As life becomes more orderly, more deliberate, the supernatural world sinks farther away.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.