Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.

We Are What We Were At Birth, And Each Trait Has Remained In Conformity With Earth's And With Heaven's Logic: Be The Devil's Tool, Resort To Black Magic, None Can Diverge From The Ends Which Heaven Foreordained.

Poetry, That Is To Say The Poetic, Is A Primal Necessity.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.

When You Take My Time, You Take Something I Had Meant To Use.