The Sight Of Stars Makes Me Dream.

Love Is Something Eternal.

I'll Start With Small Things.

Poetry Surrounds Us Everywhere, But Putting It On Paper Is, Alas, Not So Easy As Looking At It.

If Boyhood And Youth Are But Vanity, Must It Not Be Our Ambition To Become Men?

I Work Even In The Middle Of The Day, In The Full Sunshine, And I Enjoy It Like A Cicada.