Health Is The Greatest Of Blessings -

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy For Ever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness; But Still Will Keep A Bower Quiet For Us, And A Sleep Full Of Sweet Dreams, And Health, And Quiet Breathing.

My Love Is Selfish. I Cannot Breathe Without You.

I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too, Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All; They Cried- "la Belle Dame Sans Merci Hath Thee In Thrall!

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

That Which Is Creative Must Create Itself.