To Create Souls In Men, To Create

I Want To Tell You About Your Heart— You've Probably Been Neglecting Your Heart—and You Don’t Know.

Beauty Is Only To Be Admired, Only To Be Loved - To Be Harvested Carefully And Then Flung At A Chosen Lover Like A Gift Of Roses. It Seems To Me, So Far As I Can Judge Clearly At All, That My Beauty Would Be Used Like That.

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.

What Was The Use Of Doing Great Things If I Could Have A Better Time Telling Her What I Was Going To Do?

For A Transitory Enchanted Moment Man Must Have Held His Breath In The Presence Of This Continent, Compelled Into An Aesthetic Contemplation He Neither Understood Nor Desired, Face To Face For The Last Time In History With Something Commensurate To His Capacity For Wonder.