What I Write Is Not For Little

Yes I Have Loved, As No One On Earth Ever Loved, With An Insensate And Furious Love, So Violent That I Wonder It Did Not Break My Heart

When We Love - We Grow

Only That Which Serves No End Is Beautiful; Everything Useful Is Ugly.

I Was Born To Travel And Write Verse.

[a Cat] Will Lie The Whole Evening On Your Knee, Purring And Happy In Your Society.