A Noble Man Is Led By Woman's

No One Is Willing To Believe That Adults Too, Like Children, Wander About This Earth In A Daze And, Like Children, Do Not Know Where They Come From Or Where They Are Going, Act As Rarely As They Do According To Genuine Motives, And Are As Thoroughly Governed As They Are By Biscuits And Cake And The Rod.

Give Shape, Artist! Don't Talk! Your Poem Be But A Breath.

Beauty Can Never Really Understand Itself.

Hatred Is Something Peculiar. You Will Always Find It Strongest And Most Violent Where There Is The Lowest Degree Of Culture.

Mastery Passes Often For Egotism.