Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
Man being reasonable must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.
The great art of life is sensation to feel that we exist even in pain.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting two of...
Then stirs the feeling infinite so felt In solitude where we are least alone.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on...
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies and for saving...