I Know That A Creed Is The

All Recurring Joy Is Pain Refined.

Happiness, To Some, Is Elation; To Others It Is Mere Stagnation.

Youth Condemns; Maturity Condones

Underneath My Stiffened Gown Is The Softness Of A Woman Bathing In A Marble Basin

Poets Are Always The Advance Guard Of Literature; The Advance Guard Of Life. It Is For This Reason That Their Recognition Comes So Slowly.