Quotes - Gallienne
Yea, howso we dream,
Or how bravely we do;
The end is the same,
Be we traitor or true:
And after the bloom
And the passion is past
Death comes at last.
Time's horses gallop down the lessening hill.
There's too much beauty upon this earth
For lonely men to bear.
Third act of the eternal play! In poster-like emblazonries "Autumn once more begins today"-- 'Tis written all across the trees In yellow like Chinese.
Innovators are inevitably controversial.
Great is advertisement! 'tis almost fate; But, little mushroom-men, of puff-ball fame. Ah, do you dream to be mistaken great And to be really great are just the same?