Property Isn't Theft: It's Nothing.

A Great Emotion Is Too Selfish ; It Takes Into Itself All The Blood Of The Spirit, And The Congestion Leaves The Hands Too Cold To Write. Three Sorts Of Emotion Produce Great Poetry - Strong But Quick Emotions, Seized Upon For Art As Soon As They Have Passed, But Not Before They Have Passed ; Strong And Deep Emotions In Their Remembrance Along Time After ; And False Emotions, That Is To Say, Emotions Felt In The Intellect. Not Insincerity, But A Translated Sincerity, Is The Basis Of All Art.

I Know Not What Tomorrow Will Bring.

And As Well As I Dream, I Reason If I Want, For That's Just Another Kind Of Dream.

To Be Understood Is To Prostitute Oneself

Nature Is The Difference Between The Soul And God.