The worst thing about some men is that when they are not drunk they are sober.
All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.
Nor dread nor hope attend a dying animal; a man awaits his end dreading and hoping all.
But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath, a waste of breath the years behind, in balance with this life, this death.
Designs in connection with postage stamps and coinage may be described, I think, as the silent ambassadors on national taste.
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.