Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Everything mortal has moments immortal
Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me,and drench me in loneliness.
Poetry is the most concentrated form of literature; it is the most emotionalized and powerful way in which thought can be presented.
I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.