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The enemies of the future are always the very nicest people.
The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.
There is only one rule for being a good talker – learn to listen.
From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.
All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.
Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.
In every man’s heart there is a secret nerve that answers to the vibrations of beauty.