One Must Be Something To Be Able

Once More I Am A Wanderer, A Pilgrim, Through The World. But What Else Are You?

Night Is The Other Half Of Life, And The Better Half.

There Is No Greater Consolation For Mediocrity Than That The Genius Is Not Immortal.

An Angel! Nonsense! Everybody So Describes His Mistress; And Yet I Find It Impossible To Tell You How Perfect She Is, Or Why She Is So Perfect: Suffice It To Say She Has Captivated All My Senses.

Hatred Is Active, And Envy Passive Dislike; There Is But One Step From Envy To Hate.