Taste Is The Common Sense Of Genius.

The Peculiarity Of Sunrise Is To Make Us Laugh At All Our Terrors Of The Night, And Our Laugh Is Always Proportioned To The Fear We Have Had.

I Am A Soul. I Know Well That What I Shall Render Up To The Grave Is Not Myself. That Which Is Myself Will Go Elsewhere. Earth, Thou Art Not My Abyss!

In Joined Hands There Is Still Some Token Of Hope, In The Clenched Fist None.

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.

For Sight Is Woman-like And Shuns The Old.