Think like a wise man but communicate in the language of the people.
We are fastened to a dying animal.
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.
When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
Whence had they come The hand and lash that beat down frigid Rome? What sacred drama through her body heaved When world-transforming Charlemagne was conceived?