The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But

There Is Something More Terrible Than A Hell Of Suffering--a Hell Of Boredom.

Concision In Style, Precision In Thought, Decision In Life.

The Earlier Works Of A Man Of Genius Are Always Preferred To The Newer Ones, In Order To Prove That He Is Going Down Instead Of Up.

The Saints Were His Friends, And Blessed Him; The Monsters Were His Friends, And Guarded Him.

I Tried. But I Feel That I Haven't Given Utterance To The Thousandth Part Of What Lies Within Me. When I Go To The Grave I Can Say As Others Have Said, "i Have Finished My Day's Work." But I Cannot Say, "i Have Finished My Life." My Day's Work Will Begin Again The Next Morning. The Tomb Is Not A Blind Alley; It Is A Thoroughfare. It Closes On The Twilight, But Opens On The Dawn.