It Is Not So Easy

Style Is The Substance Of The Subject Called Unceasingly To The Surface.

The Sadness Which Reigned Everywhere Was But An Excuse For Unfailing Kindness.

Rhyme, That Enslaved Queen, That Supreme Charm Of Our Poetry, That Creator Of Our Meter.

I Think I Missed My Calling. I Should Have Been An Interior Decorator.

It Is The Essence Of Truth That It Is Never Excessive.... We Must Not Resort To The Flame Where Only Light Is Required.