A Poet Is A World

Life's Greatest Happiness Is To Be Convinced We Are Loved.

The Aim Of Art Is Almost Divine: To Bring To Life Again If It Is Writing History, To Create If It Is Writing Poetry.

The Most Terrible Of Motives And The Most Unanswerable Of Responses: Because.

That Is The Explanation Of War, An Outrage By Humanity Upon Humanity In Despite Of Humanity.

Paris Is A Sum Total. Paris Is The Ceiling Of The Human Race. All This Prodigious City Is An Epitome Of Dead And Living Manners And Customs. He Who Sees Paris, Seems To See All History Through With The Sky And Constellations In The Intervals.