One would say, to see all these snow-flakes fall, that there was a plague of white butterflies in heaven.

“I was dying when you came.”

“In becoming dirt, she has been turned to stone. To touch her is to feel a chill.”

“There are no bad herbs or bad men; there are only bad cultivators.”

“Despots play their part in the works of thinkers. The writer doubles and treble…”