If Poetry Does Not Come As Naturally

I Equally Dislike The Favor Of The Public With The Love Of A Woman - They Are Both A Cloying Treacle To The Wings Of Independence.

How Beautiful, If Sorrow Had Not Made Sorrow More Beautiful Than Beauty's Self.

I Never Was In Love - Yet The Voice And The Shape Of A Woman Has Haunted Me These Two Days.

Failure Is, In A Sense, The Highway To Success.

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.