One Ought To Be Afraid

These Have Not The Hope To Die.

Doubting Pleases Me No Less Than Knowing

The Man Who Lies Asleep Will Never Waken Fame, And His Desire And All His Life Drift Past Him Like A Dream, And The Traces Of His Memory Fade From Time Like Smoke In Air, Or Ripples On A Stream.

Heat Cannot Be Separated From Fire, Or Beauty From The Eternal.

How Come I Never Meet Any Nice Girls?