I Stood Among Them, But Not Of

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.

Ancient Of Days! August Athena! Where, Where Are Thy Men Of Might? Thy Grand In Soul? Gone--glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were; First In The Race That Led To Glory's Goal, They Won, And Pass'd Away--is This The Whole?

For A Man To Become A Poet (witness Petrarch And Dante), He Must Be In Love, Or Miserable.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.