Feeling Well That Breathed Words Would All

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

I Am Certain I Have Not A Right Feeling Towards Women -- At This Moment I Am Striving To Be Just To Them, But I Cannot. Is It Because They Fall So Far Beneath My Boyish Imagination? When I Was A Schoolboy I Thought A Fair Woman A Pure Goddess; My Mind Was A Soft Nest In Which Some One Of Them Slept, Though She Knew It Not.

Let Us Open Our Leaves Like A Flower, And Be Passive And Receptive.

A Moment's Thought Is Passion's Passing Knell.

Thou Art A Dreaming Thing, A Fever Of Thyself.