“Each moment of a happy love's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.”

“One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.”

“One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name”

“Most of life is so dull it is not worth discussing, and it is dull at all ages. When we change our brand of cigarette, move to a new neighborhood, subscribe to a different newspaper, fall in and out of love, we are protesting in ways both frivolous and deep against the not to be diluted dullness of day-to-day living.”

“To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.”

“In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.”