The indignity of your fate is the will of one more powerful.

Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame.

He wanders$$$ like a day-appearing dream$$$<br>Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;<br>Through desert woods and tracts$$$ which seem<br>Like ocean$$$ homeless$$$ boundless$$$ unconfined.

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins$$$ covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death$$$ to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

We look before and after$$$<br>And pine for what is not;<br>Our sincerest laughter<br>With some pain is fraught;<br>Our sweetest songs are those that tell<br>Of saddest thought.

Without good manners$$$ human society would be intolerable and impossible.

A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic.

If you can't appreciate what you've got$$$ you'd better get what you can appreciate.

Do not waste your time on Social Questions. What is the matter with the poor is Poverty$$$ what is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

The strongest memory I have of that night is being chased around the bed.