Journalism Is Literature In A Hurry.

Let The Long Contention Cease! / Geese Are Swans, And Swans Are Geese.

The Future Of Poetry Is Immense, Because In Poetry, Where It Is Worthy Of Its High Destinies, Our Race, As Time Goes On, Will Find An Ever Surer And Surer Stay ... More And More Mankind Will Discover That We Have To Turn To Poetry To Interpret Life For Us, To Console Us, To Sustain Us.

The Same Heart Beats In Every Human Breast.

Too Quick Despairer, Wherefore Wilt Thou Go? Soon Will The High Midsummer Pomps Come On, Soon Will The Musk Carnations Break And Swell.

Because Thou Must Not Dream, Thou Need Not Despair.