We Are All Born In The Same

There's No Friends Like The Old Friends.

There's Many A True Word Spoken In Jest.

Secrets, Silent, Stony Sit In The Dark Palaces Of Both Our Hearts: Secrets Weary Of Their Tyranny: Tyrants Willing To Be Dethroned.

Poetry, Even When Apparently Most Fantastic, Is Always A Revolt Against Artifice, A Revolt, In A Sense, Against Actuality.

His Heart Danced Upon Her Movement Like A Cork Upon A Tide.