The Deepest Truth Blooms Only From The

Thought Precedes Action As Lighting Does Thunder.

True Eloquence Consists In Saying All That Is Necessary, And Nothing But What Is Necessary.

There Is No Sixth Commandment In Art. The Poet Is Entitled To Lay His Hands On Whatever Material He Finds Necessary For His Work.

The Butterfly Long Loved The Beautiful Rose, And Flirted Around All Day; While Round Him In Turn With Her Golden Caress, Soft Fluttered The Sun's Warm Ray.... I Know Not With Whom The Rose Was In Love, But I Know That I Loved Them All. The Butterfly, Rose, And The Sun's Bright Ray, The Star And The Bird's Sweet Call.

The Beauteous Eyes Of The Spring's Fair Night With Comfort Are Downward Gazing.