What Would Be Ugly In A Garden

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

The Man Who Does Not Know Other Languages, Unless He Is A Man Of Genius, Necessarily Has Deficiencies In His Ideas.

In Saying No To Progress, It Is Not The Future Which They Condemn, But Themselves. They Give Themselves A Melancholy Disease; They Inoculate Themselves With The Past. There Is But One Way Of Refusing Tomorrow, That Is To Die.

Melancholy Is The Pleasure Of Being Sad.

There Are Plenty Who Regard A Wall Behind Which Something Is Happening As A Very Curious Thing.