Could we live it over again, Were it worth the pain, Could the passionate past that is fled Call back its dead!
Mediæval art is charming, but mediæval emotions are out of date. One can use them in fiction, of course; but then the only things that one can use in fiction are the only things that one has ceased to use in fact.
He knew in what strange heavens they were suffering, and what dull hells were teaching them the secret of some new joy.
The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.
Inteligence lives longer than beauty.
Well, she wore far too much rouge last night, and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of desperation in a woman.