Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Keep Me From Being Happy.

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.