Tenderness Is The Rest Of Passion.

Imitate Time; It Destroys Everything Slowly; It Undermines, It Wears Away, It Detaches, It Does Not Wrench.

Our Ideals, Like Pictures, Are Made From Lights And Shadows.

Poetry Is To Be Found Nowhere Unless We Carry It Within Us.

Without Duty, Life Is Sort Of Boneless; It Cannot Hold Itself Together.

The Breath Of The Mind Is Attention.