A Poet Is A Bird Of Unearthly

Always You Have Been Told That Work Is A Curse And Labor A Misfortune. But I Say To You That When You Work You Fulfill A Part Of Earth's Furthest Dream, Assigned To You When That Dream Was Born.

We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

A Shy Failure Is Nobler Than An Immodest Success.