One Can Run Away From Women, Turn

Do You Remember Italy?

The Sort Of Poetry I Seek Only Resides In Objects Man Can't Touch - Like England 's Grass Network Of Lanes 100 Years Ago, But Today He Can Destroy Them And Only Lord Farrer Keeps Him From Doing It.

Don't Believe Those Lies About Intellectual People. They're Only Written To Soothe The Majority.

I Only Wish The Poets Would Say This Too: Love Is Of The Body; Not The Body, But Of The The Body. Ah! The Misery That Would Be Saved If We Confessed That! Ah! For A Little Directness To Liberate The Soul!

God Is Not Love In The East. He Is Power, Although Mercy May Temper It.