To Become What You Are Not, Behave

And Indeed There Will Be Time To Wonder, "do I Dare?" And, "do I Dare?" Time To Turn Back And Descend The Stair, With A Bald Spot In The Middle Of My Hair.

Liberty Is A Different Kind Of Pain From Prison.

The Poet's Mind Is In Fact A Receptacle For Seizing And Storing Up Numberless Feelings, Phrases, Images, Which Remain There Until All The Particles Which Can Unite To Form A New Compound Are Present Together.

Where There Is No Temple There Shall Be No Homes.

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.