When We Love - We Grow

No One Is Truly Dead Until They Are No Longer Loved.

I Was Born To Travel And Write Verse.

High Art Alone Is Eternal And The Bust Outlives The City.

To Extract Beauty From One's Own Milieu Is One Of The Most Difficult Tasks Of Art.

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