No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing

A Root Is A Flower That Disdains Fame.

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

If Your Knowledge Teaches You Not To Rise Above Human Weakness And Misery And Lead Your Fellow Man On The Right Path, You Are Indeed A Man Of Little Worth And Will Remain Such Till Judgment Day.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

Poetry, My Dear Friends, Is A Sacred Incarnation Of A Smile. Poetry Is A Sigh That Dries The Tears. Poetry Is A Spirit Who Dwells In The Soul, Whose Nourishment Is The Heart, Whose Wine Is Affection. Poetry That Comes Not In This Form Is A False Messiah.