There's No More Usual Basis Of Union

Until You Try, You Don't Know What You Can't Do.

I Think I Don't Regret A Single 'excess' Of My Responsive Youth - I Only Regret, In My Chilled Age, Certain Occasions And Possibilities I Didn't Embrace.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

... Since She Might Not Be Splendid, She Would At Least Be Immaculate.

We Must Grant The Artist His Subject, His Idea, His Donn´e: Our Criticism Is Applied Only To What He Makes Of It.