Occupation: Novelist Birth: April 7, 1847 Death: April 30, 1885
He was weary of himself, of cold ideas and brain dreams. Life a poem? Not when you went about forever poetizing about your own life instead of living….
Love is like a diamond; for as a diamond is beautiful to look upon, so is love fair, but as the diamond is poison to any one who swallows it, in the ….
For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor a threat, but you are dr….
Haven't you noticed that we women daydream infinitely less than you men? We can't anticipate pleasure in our imagination or keep suffering out our li….
Break the ice, or draw that which lives in the dimness out into the full light of speech - what happens is the same: that which is now seen and now g….