Our Senses Don't Deceive Us: Our Judgment

Know Thyself? If I Knew Myself I Would Run Away.

Higher Aims Are In Themselves More Valuable, Even If Unfulfilled, Than Lower Ones Quite Attained.

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.

I Am Proud Of My Heart Alone, It Is The Sole Source Of Everything, All Our Strenght, Happiness & Misery. All The Knowledge I Possess Everyone Else Can Acquire, But My Heart Is All My Own

Plants And Flowers Of The Commonest Kind Can Form A Pleasing Diary, Because Nothing Which Calls Back To Us The Remembrance Of A Happy Moment Can Be Insignificant.