True Love Is Love That Stays Constant

A Life Without Love, Without The Presence Of The Beloved, Is Nothing But A Mere Magic-lantern Show. We Draw Out Slide After Slide, Swiftly Tiring Of Each, And Pushing It Back To Make Haste For The Next.

Superstition Is The Poesy Of Practical Life; Hence, A Poet Is None The Worse For Being Superstitious.

Hope Enough To Remove All Anxious Fears Concerning The Future.

This Is What They All Come To Who Exclusively Harp On Experience. They Do Not Stop To Consider That Experience Is Only One Half Of Experience.

To Have More, You Must First Be More.