I love those who know not how to live except as down-goers, for they are the over-goers.
I cook every chance in my pot. And only when it hath been quite cooked do I welcome it as my food.
How charming it is that there are words and tones; are not words and tones rainbows and seeming bridges ‘twixt the eternally separated?
He whom the flame of jealousy encompasseth, turneth at last, like the scorpion, the poisoned sting against himself.
He who wisheth one day to fly, must first learn standing and walking and running and climbing and dancing: — one doth not fly into flying!
Great obligations do not make grateful, but revengeful; and when a small kindness is not forgotten, it becometh a gnawing worm.
God is a thought – it maketh all the straight crooked, and all that standeth reel.
For this is hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
Everything in woman is a riddle, and everything in woman hath one solution – it is called pregnancy.
Even God hath his hell: it is his love for man.
Do ever what ye will — but first be such as CAN WILL.
Distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful!
