My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter.

When It Is Moving On Luxurious Wings, The Soul Is Lost In Pleasant Smotherings.

I Don't Need The Stars In The Night I Found My Treasure All I Need Is You By My Side So Shine Forever

His Religion At Best Is An Anxious Wish,-like That Of Rabelais, A Great Perhaps.

With A Great Poet The Sense Of Beauty Overcomes Every Other Consideration, Or Rather Obliterates All Consideration.