The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

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

The tragedy of sexual intercourse is the perpetual virginity of the soul.

Many times man lives and dies between his two eternities: that of race and that of Soul... A brief parting from those dear is the worst man has to fear... Though grave diggers' toil is long... They but thrust their buried men back in the human mind again.

Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.

In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

An intellectual hate is the worst.