Luckily, I Never Feel At One Time

A Thought Is A Thing As Real As A Cannonball.

Ideas Never Lack For Words. It Is Words That Lack Ideas.

Ornaments Were Invented By Modesty.

Grace Is In Garments, In Movements, In Manners; Beauty In The Nude, And In Forms. This Is True Of Bodies; But When We Speak Of Feelings, Beauty Is In Their Spirituality, And Grace In Their Moderation.

Words Become Luminous When The Poet's Finger Has Passed Over Them Its Phosphorescence.