The Wise Want Love; And Those Who

Persevere Even Though Hell And Destruction Should Yawn Beneath Your Feet.

Chameleons Feed On Light And Air: Poets Food Is Love And Fame.

There Is A Harmony In Autumn, And A Luster In Its Sky...

Revenge Is The Naked Idol Of The Worship Of A Semi-barbarous Age.

O World! O Life! O Time! On Whose Last Steps I Climb