That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.

My Chest Of Books Divide Amongst My Friends.

Love Is My Religion - I Could Die For It.

She Press'd His Hand In Slumber; So Once More He Could Not Help But Kiss Her And Adore.

I Must Choose Between Despair And Energy──i Choose The Latter.

The Genius Of Poetry Must Work Out Its Own Salvation In A Man; It Cannot Be Matured By Law And Precept, But By Sensation And Watchfulness In Itself. That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.