Never Confuse Activity With Action.

Hard To Sit Here And Be Close To You, And Not Kiss You.

Gold? Yellow, Glittering, Precious Gold?... This Yellow Slave Will Knit And Break Religions, Bless Th' Accursed, Make The Hoar Leprosy Adored, Place Thieves, And Give Them Title, Knee And Approbation With Senators On The Bench.

To Most Women Art Is A Form Of Scandal.

He Looked At Her And For A Moment She Lived In The Bright Blue Worlds Of His Eyes, Eagerly And Confidently.

It Was Always The Becoming He Dreamed Of, Never The Being.