Eventually you get bored and you want to work.
. . bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation-to make a point-than to further the cause of truth. " Dupin in "The Mystery of Marie Roget
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
Writers don't retire. I will always be a writer.
Courage, my friends; 'tis not too late to build a better world.
The street has its own use for things.
I blessed the power which has filled my life with poetry.