What a pity if we do not live this short time according to the laws of the long time,--the eternal laws!

The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.

But you could just as well call this mode of life the greatest folly: for that which in a moment ceases to exist, which vanishes as completely as a dream, cannot be worth any serious effort.

As a living creature I am part of two kinds of forces--growth and decay, sprouting and withering, living and dying, and at any given moment in our lives, each one of us is actively located somewhere along a continuum between those two forces.

Life is short, death is long, days are narrow, and years are wide.

As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.

The present state is short and transitory; but our state in the other world, is everlasting.

On the whole, infinity is a fairly palpable aspect of this business of publishing, if only because it extends a dead author's existence beyond the limits he envisioned, or provides a living author with a future he cannot measure. In other words, this business deals with the future which we all prefer to regard as unending.

We preach to men as if they were conscious they were dying sinners, they are not; they are having a good time.

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

Even a language won't stand still.

Everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with as shelf life of about eight to ten seconds.