When I Rest My Feet My Mind

What Tarquin The Proud Said In His Garden With The Poppy Blooms Was Understood By The Son But Not By The Messenger.

What For Others Is Style, For Me Is Soul.

If Only I Was As Eloquent As Demosthenes, I Would Have To Do No More Than Repeat A Single Word Three Times.

Poetry Is The Mother-tongue Of The Human Race.

Without Language We Would Have No Reason, Without Reason No Religion, And Without These Three Essential Aspects Of Our Nature, Neither Mind Nor Bond Of Society.