Now That The Lilacs Are

A Tradition Without Intelligence Is Not Worth Having.

Art Is The Escape From Personality.

What Have We Given? My Friend, Blood Shaking My Heart The Awful Daring Of A Moment's Surrender Which An Age Of Prudence Can Never Retract By This, And This Only, We Have Existed.

Poetry Is Not A Turning Loose Of Emotion, But An Escape From Emotion.

If Time And Space, As Sages Say, Are Things Which Cannot Be, The Sun Which Does Not Feel Decay No Greater Is Than We. So Why, Love, Should We Ever Pray To Live A Century? The Butterfly That Lives A Day Has Lived Eternity.