Women are seldom silent. Their beauty is forever speaking for them.

I don't believe in thought. Too much thinking.

You should not blame the Gods for a lack of will.

Memories are nothing but the lash with which yesterday flogs tomorrow.

Death is the end of one story and the beginning of another.

To be conscious of happiness is to hear Nemesis rapping at the portals.

It is because the old have forgotten life that they preach wisdom.

There is a glass called opportunity

All pregnant with bright prophecies, if man

But read at the propitious moment.

But,--let the fecund second slip and lo!

The globule tumbles from his coward's hands

Splintering a rain of lost forevers

Upon the sunless stretches of the world.

None is so blind as he who sees too much.

A kiss is but a little sweetness,

Leaping the road to rapture.

The truth is never dangerous. Except when told.

No man weighs his words who has but a moment to live.