A man must be sacrificed now and again to provide for the next generation of men. |
All books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words. |
All books are either dreams or swords,You can cut, or you can drug, with words. |
All books are either dreams or swords. |
Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in. |
Even Pain pricks to livelier living. |
For books are more than books, they are the life, the very heart and core of ages past, the reason why men lived and worked and died, the essence and quintessence of their lives. |
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation |
Happiness: We rarely feel it. I would buy it, beg it, steal it, Pay in coins of dripping blood For this one transcendent good. |
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls. |
I am tired, beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon. |
In science, read by preference the newest works. In literature, read the oldest. The classics are always modern. |
Let the key guns be mounted, make a brave show of waging war, and pry off the lid of Pandora's Box once more |
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. |
Let us be of cheer, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come. |