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.
I must decline your invitation owing to a subsequent engagement.
Hatred is blind, as well as love.
The aim of Love is to love: no more, and no less.
It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more. The thing that you personally have long ago forgotten, or can easily forget, is happening to me now, and will happen to me again to-morrow.
They say that love hath a bitter taste.... But what matter? What matter? I have kissed thy mouth.