Unless one decorates one's house for oneself alone, best leave it bare, for other people are walleyed.
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
It grew late. Through the open door, stealthily, came the scent of madonna lilies, almost as if it were prowling abroad.
If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she is a dry stick as a rule.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
Oh build your ship of death. Oh build it! For you will need it. For the voyage of oblivion awaits you.
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.
