The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey.

Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal …

If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.

'When you are dead your spirit will find my spirit, And then we shall die no more.'

Here once, through an alley Titanic, Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul - Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

Caballito negro. ?Donde llevas tu jinete muerto?