A Poet Is A Man Who Puts

History Is A Novel That Has Been Lived, A Novel Is History That Could Have Been.

Today I Begin To Understand What Love Must Be, If It Exists... When We Are Parted, We Each Feel The Lack Of The Other Half Of Ourselves. We Are Incomplete Like A Book In Two Volumes Of Which The First Has Been Lost. That Is What I Imagine Love To Be: Incompleteness In Absence.

A Poet Is A Man Who Puts Up A Ladder To A Star And Climbs It While Playing A Violin.

Sickness Sensitizes Man For Observation, Like A Photographic Plate.

She Is Unable To Dream, Think Or Love. In A Woman, Poetry Never Comes Naturally, But Always As The Result Of Education. Only The Woman Of The World Is A Woman; The Rest Are Simply Females.