There Is No Applause That So Flatters

A Great Love Is An Absolute Isolation And An Absolute Absorption.

Death! It Is Rest To The Aged, It Is Oblivion To The Atheist, It Is Immortality To The Poet!

For Pastrasche Was Their Alpha And Omega; Their Treasury And Granary; Their Store Of Gold And Wand Of Wealth; Their Bread-winner And Minister; Their Only Friend And Comforter. ... Pastrasche Was Their Dog.

It Is Quite Easy For Stupid People To Be Happy; They Believe In Fables, And They Trot On In A Beaten Track Like A Horse On A Tramway.

Power Is Sweet, And When You Are A Little Clerk You Love Its Sweetness Quite As Much As If You Were An Emperor, And Maybe You Love It A Good Deal More.