The Man Of Love Follows

Conduct, Which Involves A Decision Of The Ultimate Fate Of The Agent Cannot Be Based On Illusions.

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. I Have No Interest In Poetic Artistry.

I Have Never Considered Myself A Poet. Therefore, I Am Not A Rival Of Anyone, And I Do Not Consider Anybody My Rival.

I Tell The Truth: Your Enemy Is Also Your Friend-his Presence Makes Your Life Fuller And Richer.

Since Love First Made The Breast An Instrument Of Fierce Lamenting, By Its Flame My Heart Was Molten To A Mirror, Like A Rose I Pluck My Breast Apart, That I May Hang This Mirror In Your Sight.