I Know That A Creed Is The

Art Is Like Politics. Any Theory Carried Too Far Ends In Sterility, And Freshness Is Only Gained By Following Some Other Line.

If What We Worship Fail Us, Still The Fire Burns On, And It Is Much To Have Believed.

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of Literature; The Advance Guard Of Life. It Is For This Reason That Their Recognition Comes So Slowly.

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!