He Had A Mind So Fine That

Sometimes Things Become Possible If We Want Them Bad Enough.

People To Whom Nothing Has Ever Happened Cannot Understand The Unimportance Of Events.

When A Great Poet Has Lived, Certain Things Have Been Done Once For All, And Cannot Be Achieved Again.

The Majority Of Poems One Outgrows And Outlives, As One Outgrows And Outlives The Majority Of Human Passions.

April Is The Cruelest Month, Breeding Lilacs Out Of The Dead Land, Mixing Memory And Desire, Stirring Dull Roots With Spring Rain.