That Is The Road We All Have

This Is What Is Sad When One Contemplates Human Life, That So Many Live Out Their Lives In Quiet Lostness...they Live, As It Were, Away From Themselves And Vanish Like Shadows. Their Immortal Souls Are Blown Away, And They Are Not Disquieted By The Question Of Its Immortality, Because They Are Already Disintegrated Before They Die.

Comparison Is The Most Dangerous Acquaintance Love Can Make.

What A Misfortune To Be A Woman! And Yet, The Worst Misfortune Is Not To Understand What A Misfortune It Is.

Had I To Carve An Inscription On My Tombstone I Would Ask For None Other Than "the Individual."

To Be Lost In Spiritlessness Is The Most Terrible Thing Of All.