And Lilies Are Still Lilies, Pulled By

Of Writing Many Books There Is No End; And I Who Have Written Much In Prose And Verse For Others' Uses, Will Write Now For Mine,- Will Write My Story For My Better Self, As When You Paint Your Portrait For A Friend, Who Keeps It In A Drawer And Looks At It Long After He Has Ceased To Love You, Just To Hold Together What He Was And Is.

Never Say No When The World Says Aye.

We Can't Separate Our Humanity From Our Poetry.

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

Art Is Much, But Love Is More.