Sleep Comes More Easily Than It Returns.

Men Become Accustomed To Poison By Degrees.

I Am In The Night. There Is A Being Who Has Gone Away And Carried The Heavens With Her. Oh! To Be Laid Side By Side In The Same Tomb, Hand Clasped In Hand, And From Time To Time, In The Darkness, To Caress A Finger Gently, That Would Suffice For My Eternity.

A Smile Is The Same As Sunshine; It Banishes Winter From The Human Countenance.

Every Body Drags Its Shadow, And Every Mind Its Doubt.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.