Poet's Food Is Love And Fame.

Sometimes The Devil Is A Gentleman.

The Old Laws Of England They Whose Reverend Heads With Age Are Gray, Children Of A Wiser Day; And Whose Solemn Voice Must Be Thine Own Echo Liberty!

In Fact, Truth Cannot Be Communicated Until It Is Perceived.

Image Of Rugged Cliffs And So Thy Thoughts, When Thou Art Gone, Love Itself Shall Slumber On.

The World Is Weary Of The Past, Oh, Might It Die Or Rest At Last!