He Who Receives Money In Trust To

It Is The Duty Of Man To Raise Up Man.

Oh, What Company Good Poets Are!

Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca, En Julio Como En Enero, Para El Amigo Sincero Que Me Da Su Mano Franca. Y Para El Cruel Que Me Arranca El Corazon Con Que Vivo, Cardo Ni Oruga Cultivo Cultivo Una Rosa Blanca. I Have A White Rose To Tend In July As In January; I Give It To The True Friend Who Offers His Frank Hand To Me. And To The Cruel One Whose Blows Break The Heart By Which I Live, Thistle Nor Thorn Do I Give: For Him, Too, I Have A White Rose.

A Poem Is Something Sacred. Let No One Take It For Anything Except Itself.

Man Needs To Go Outside Himself In Order To Find Repose And Reveal Himself.