The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.
What a curious shape you are! May I ask were you born like that, or is it the result of an accident? It.
Each of us has heaven and hell in him...
In war,' answered the weaver, ‘the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor.
There is nothing sane about the worship of beauty. It is too splendid to be sane. Those of whose lives it forms the dominant note will always seem to the world to be pure visionaries.
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.