Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
The road to wisdom is paved with excess. The mark of a true writer is their ability to mystify the familiar and familiarize the strange.
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries.
The beautiful uncut hair of graves.
There is no flaw or vacuum in the amount of the truth - but all is truth without exception; And henceforth I will go celebrate any thing I see or am, And sing and laugh and deny nothing.