“Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.”
Money“Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.”
Death“Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.”
Money“Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.”
War“Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.”
Hope“We look before and after, And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”
Sad“Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.”
Age“Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.”
Poetry“War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.”
War“Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.”
Imagination“Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.”
Religion“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.”
Beauty“Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.”
Fear“Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.”
Valentinesday“Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”
Sad“Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.”
Nature“Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.”
Beauty“Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.”
Poetry“Death is the veil which those who live call life They sleep, and it is lifted.”
Death“Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.”
Music“The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.”
Imagination“History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.”
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