No Love, No Friendship, Can

A Cemetery Saddens Us Because It Is The Only Place Of The World In Which We Do Not Meet Our Dead Again.

That Is The Mystery Of Grace: It Never Comes Too Late.

We Know Well Only What We Are Deprived Of.

I Believe That Only Poetry Counts ... A Great Novelist Is First Of All A Great Poet.

Tell Me What You Read And I'll Tell You Who You Are Is True Enough, But I'd Know You Better If You Told Me What You Reread.