There shall be poets! When woman's unmeasured bondage shall be broken, when she shall live for and through herself, man--hitherto detestable--having let her go, she, too, will be poet! Woman will find the unknown! Will her ideational worlds be different from ours? She will come upon strange, unfathomable, repellent, delightful things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.

...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.

True life is elsewhere

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.