Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The

If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is Probably Not True.

You Are Always New, The Last Of Your Kisses Was Ever The Sweetest.

Works Of Genius Are The First Things In The World.

... Who Alive Can Say 'thou Art No Poet - Mayst Not Tell Thy Dreams'? Since Every Man Whose Soul Is Not A Clod Hath Visions, And Would Speak, If He Had Loved, And Been Well Nurtured In His Mother Tongue.

I Shall Soon Be Laid In The Quiet Grave--thank God For The Quiet Grave--o! I Can Feel The Cold Earth Upon Me--the Daisies Growing Over Me--o For This Quiet--it Will Be My First.