I Wear The Key Of Memory, And

But The Lover's Power Is The Poet's Power. He Can Make Love From All The Common Strings With Which This World Is Strung.

It Is Always The Simple That Produces The Marvelous.

Move Not In Your Anger; It Is Like Putting To Sea In A Tempest.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!