The Last Moments Slipped By, One By

Oh, How One Wishes Sometimes To Escape From The Meaningless Dullness Of Human Eloquence, From All Those Sublime Phrases, To Take Refuge In Nature, Apparently So Inarticulate, Or In The Wordlessness Of Long, Grinding Labor, Of Sound Sleep, Of True Music, Or Of A Human Understanding Rendered Speechless By Emotion!

Farewell, My Great One, My Own, Farewell, My Pride, Farewell, My Swift, Deep, Dear River, How I Loved Your Daylong Splashing, How I Loved To Plunge Into Your Cold Waves.

In Life It Is More Necessary To Lose Than To Gain. A Seed Will Only Germinate If It Dies.

Only The Solitary Seek The Truth, And They Break With All Those Who Don't Love It Sufficiently

No Bad Man Can Be A Good Poet.