Either Move Or Be Moved.

A Little Light, Like A Rushlight / To Lead Back To Splendour.

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.

No Man Understands A Deep Book Until He Has Seen And Lived At Least Part Of Its Contents.

Music Begins To Atrophy When It Departs Too Far From The Dance... Poetry Begins To Atrophy When It Gets Too Far From Music.