I Have Patience In All Things -

As For The Piano, The Faster Her Fingers Flew Over It, The More He Marveled. She Struck The Keys With Aplomb And Ran From One End Of The Keyboard To The Other Without A Stop.

The Morality Of Art Is In Its Very Beauty.

And The More He Was Irritated By Her Basic Personality, The More He Was Drawn To Her By A Harsh, Bestial Sensuality, Illusions Of A Moment, Which Ended In Hate.

Poetry Is A Subject As Precise As Geometry.

If You Knew All The Dreams I've Dreamed!