From Someone Who Doesn't Want To Share

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.

There Is Something Indecent In Words .

I Thought Of How Many Places There Are In The World That Belong In This Way To Someone, Who Has It In His Blood Beyond Anyone Else's Understanding.

Not Believing In Anything Is Also A Religion .

Remember, Writing Poetry Is Like Making Love: One Will Never Know Whether One's Own Pleasure Is Shared.