Oh, The Little More, And How Much

One May Do Whatever One Likes. In Art, The Only Thing Is, To Make Sure That One Does Like It.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

For I Say This Is Death And The Sole Death,- When A Man's Loss Comes To Him From His Gain, Darkness From Light, From Knowledge Ignorance, And Lack Of Love From Love Made Manifest.

Every One Soon Or Late Comes Round By Rome.