To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

The Straight Line, A Respectable Optical Illusion Which Ruins Many A Man.

Life Is A Theatre Set In Which There Are But Few Practicable Entrances.

Desiring Always To Be In Mourning, He Clothed Himself With Night.

The Poetic Element Lying Hidden In Most Women Is The Source Of Their Magnetic Attraction.