We agreed to love each other madly.

The whole universe was crazy and cock-eyed and extremely strange.

Some of my most neurotically fierce bitterness is the result of realizing how untrue people have become.

Yes$$$ in spite of all$$$ some shape of beauty moves away the pall from our dark spirits.

I should like the window to open onto the Lake of Geneva--and there I'd sit and read all day like the picture of somebody reading.

The Imagination may be compared to Adam's dream — he awoke and found it truth.

No such thing as the world becoming an easy place to save your soul in.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks$$$ your loveliness and the hour of my death.

What is this world's delight$$$<br/>Lightening that mocks the night$$$<br/>Brief as even as bright

Real are the dreams of gods$$$ and soothly pass their pleasures in a long immortal dream.