Lips Like Rosebuds Peeping Out Of Snow.

Men Might Be Better If We Better Deemed Of Them.

A Poet Not In Love Is Out At Sea; He Must Have A Lay-figure.

Life Is Less Than Nothing Without Love.

Leave The Poor Some Time For Self-improvement. Let Them Not Be Forced To Grind The Bones Out Of Their Arms For Bread, But Have Some Space To Think And Feel Like Moral And Immortal Creatures.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.