Distance Is A Great Promoter

Man Was Born To Live With His Fellow Human Beings. Separate Him, Isolate Him, His Character Will Go Bad, A Thousand Ridiculous Affects Will Invade His Heart, Extravagant Thoughts Will Germinate In His Brain, Like Thorns In An Uncultivated Land.

Poetry Must Have Something In It That Is Barbaric, Vast And Wild.

The Infant Runs Toward It With Its Eyes Closed, The Adult Is Stationary, The Old Man Approaches It With His Back Turned.

There Is Only One Duty; That Is To Be Happy.

I Am Wholly Yours - You Are Everything To Me; We Will Sustain Each Other In All The Ills Of Life It May Please Fate To Inflict Upon Us; You Will Soothe My Troubles; I Will Comfort You In Yours.