All Men Would Be Masters Of Others,

In Every Artist There Is A Touch Of Audacity Without Which No Talent Is Conceivable.

Higher Aims Are In Themselves More Valuable, Even If Unfulfilled, Than Lower Ones Quite Attained.

This Is The True Measure Of Love, When We Believe That We Alone Can Love, That No One Could Ever Have Loved So Before Us, And That No One Will Ever Love In The Same Way After Us.

What Makes Poetry? A Full Heart, Brimful Of One Noble Passion.

The Woman-soul Leadeth Us Upward And On!