We loved with a love that was more than love! |
Never to suffer would never to have been blessed. |
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. |
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream. |
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. |
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. |
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. |
Sleep, those little slices of death - how I loathe them. |
I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it. |
The true genius shudders at incompleteness - imperfection - and usually prefers silence to saying the something which is not everything that should be said. |