The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm

I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence

Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today

Cigarettes and coffee an alcoholic's best friend

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist