There comes an end to all things; the most capacious measure is filled at last; and this brief condescension to evil finally destroyed the balance of my soul.

“The young demand joy like a right - the old only wish to be spared unbearable p…”

“I cannot tell if I was more tired or more grateful. Both at least, I was: tired…”

“And the true realism, always and everywhere, is that of the poets: to find out …”

“In winter I get up at night,and dress by yellow candlelight,In summer, quite th…”