The Only Thing A Man

The Pleased Sea On A White-breasted Shore-- A Shore That Wears On Her Alluring Brows Rare Shells, Far Brought, The Love-gifts Of The Sea, That Blushed A Tell-tale.

A Single Soul Is Richer Than All The Worlds.

The Sea Complains Upon A Thousand Shores.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

To Sit For One's Portrait Is Like Being Present At One's Own Creation.