Only To Youth Will Spring Be Spring.

The World Is All Gates, All Opportunities, Strings Of Tension Waiting To Be Struck.

The Experience Of Each New Age Requires A New Confession, And The World Seems Always Waiting For Its Poet

In Every Situation Do The Thing You Fear. If You Do The Thing You Fear, The Death Of Fear Is Certain.

I Wish To Write Such Rhymes As Shall Not Suggest A Restraint, But Contrariwise The Wildest Freedom.

To Be Gret Is To Be Misunderstood.