Our friends - how distant, how mute, how seldom visited and little known. And
I, too, am dim to my friends and unknown; a phantom, sometimes seen, often
not. Life is a dream surely.

“The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting…”

“To evade such temptations is the first duty of the poet. For as the ear is the …”

“The clock ticks. The two hands are convoys marching through a desert. The black…”

“The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least…”