A Grave Is Such A Quiet Place.

The Only People I Really Hate Are Servants. They're Not Really Human Beings At All.

I Am Not A Tentative Person. Whatever I Do, I Give Up My Whole Self To It.

... But The Rain Is Full Of Ghosts Tonight

O Troubled Forms, O Early Love Unfortunate And Hard, Time Has Estranged You Into A Jewel Cold And Pure

To A Young Poet Time Cannot Break The Bird's Wing From The Bird. Bird And Wing Together Go Down, One Feather. No Thing That Ever Flew, Not The Lark, Not You, Can Die As Others Do.