The clever way death cuts us down, but makes it look like just a thinning-out. Generations never fall with one blow - that would be too sad and too o….

Hatred - The anger of the weak..

Music is another planet..

Hate is the wrath of the weak..

My imagination doesn't require anything more of the book than to provide a framework within which it can wander..

Children are like grown people; the experience of others is never of any use to them..

Suffering is nothing. It's all a matter of preventing those you love from suffering..

Poets are people who can still see the world through the eyes of children..

There is often seen this anomaly in women, especially in those of childish natures,--that they possess at once great promptness and unskilfulness in ….