Children Use The Fist Until They Are

He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most Air.

I, Who Thought To Sink, Was Caught Up Into Love, And Taught The Whole Of Life In A New Rhythm.

What Is Genius But The Power Of Expressing A New Individuality?

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

You Smell A Rose Through A Fence: If Two Should Smell It, What Matter?