All books are either dreams or swords, You can cut, or you can drug, with words.
Selected Poems of Amy LowellThe juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
Melincourt; Or Sir Oran HauttonThis may not be much, but it is something. Tomorrow we die; but at least we danced in silver shoes.
Nightingale WoodArt is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.
The Soul of Man Under Socialism