Down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl."

"He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about."

Art never expresses anything but itself.

"And now, I am dying beyond my means."

The only thing that ever consoles man for the stupid things he does is the praise he always gives himself for doing them.