Drink Wine, Drink Poetry, Drink Virtue.

I Am A Cemetery By The Moon Unblessed.

Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

There Are As Many Kinds Of Beauty As There Are Habitual Ways Of Seeking Happiness.

Romanticism Is Precisely Situated Neither In Choice Of Subject, Nor Exact Truth, But In The Way Of Feeling.

The Pleasure We Derive From The Representation Of The Present Is Due, Not Only To The Beauty It Can Be Clothed In, But Also To Its Essential Quality Of Being The Present.