Most Progress Is Most Failure.

The Moment Eternal - Just That And No More - When Ecstasy's Utmost We Clutch At The Core While Cheeks Burn, Arms Open, Eyes Shut, And Lips Meet!

There Is No Truer Truth Obtainable By Man Than Comes Of Music

What A Name! Was It Love Or Praise? Speech Half-asleep Or Song Half-awake? I Must Learn Spanish, One Of These Days, Only For That Slow Sweet Name's Sake.

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

Escape Me? Never, Beloved! While I Am I, And You Are You.