Water Is The Soul Of The Earth.

A False Enchantment Can All Too Easily Last A Lifetime.

Those Who Hate To Go To Bed Fear Death; Those Who Hate To Get Up Fear Life.

In The Eyes Of Others A Man Is A Poet If He Has Written One Good Poem. In His Own He Is Only A Poet At The Moment When He Is Making His Last Revision To A New Poem. The Moment Before, He Was Still Only A Potential Poet; The Moment After, He Is A Man Who Has Ceased To Write Poetry, Perhaps Forever.

How Should We Like It Were Stars To Burn With A Passion For Us We Could Not Return? If Equal Affection Cannot Be, Let The More Loving One Be Me.

Swans In The Winter Air A White Perfection Have