Occupation: Poet Birth: November 11, 1846 Death: April 11, 1935
The finger of suspicion never forgets the way it has once pointed..
The very shadows seem to listen..
faces deceive, and the loveliness of youth is not like the loveliness of age - an absolute mirror of the soul within..
He who steps on stones is glad to feel the smallest spray of moss beneath his feet..
It was the smile which runs before a promise..
The hand will often reveal more than the countenance..
Do we fear suffering or apathy most? Is it from experience or the monotony of a commonplace existence that we quickest flee?.
It would never do for me to lose my wits in the presence of a man who had none too many of his own..
Though I have had no adventures, I feel capable of them..
There is no suffering like a child's, terrified by a secret which it dare not for some reason disclose..
There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that ….
a woman with a secret may be a fascinating study, but she can never be a safe, nor even satisfactory, companion..