The Gazelles So Gentle And

Great Genius Takes Shape By Contact With Another Great Genius, But Less By Assimilation Than By Friction.

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

He That Marries Is Like The Dogs Who Was Married To The Adriatic. He Knows Not What There Is In That Which He Marries; Mayhap Treasures And Pearls, Mayhap Monsters And Tempests, Await Him.

In Vain Would I Seek To Discover Why Sad And Mournful Am I, My Thoughts Without Ceasing Brood Over A Tale Of The Time Gone By.

The Artist Is The Child In The Popular Fable, Every One Of Whose Tears Was A Pearl.