He Who Does Not Seek Advice Is

Am I Less Man Because I Believe In A Greater Man?

He Who Seeks Ecstasy In Love Should Not Complain Of Suffering.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?

Make Me, Oh God, The Prey Of The Lion, Ere You Make The Rabbit My Prey

Poetry, My Dear Friends, Is A Sacred Incarnation Of A Smile. Poetry Is A Sigh That Dries The Tears. Poetry Is A Spirit Who Dwells In The Soul, Whose Nourishment Is The Heart, Whose Wine Is Affection. Poetry That Comes Not In This Form Is A False Messiah.