I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.

Maidens Who Stay Maidens Turn Into Saints. Old Women Become Sorceresses. Tough Jobs, Both Of These.

No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

Your Dreams Will Betray You. Go Nowhere On A Horse That Fades.