Let my life as Poet begin. I want the life of the Poet. I have labored for over twelve years one thousand pages of prose. Now I want the easiness of poetry. The brevity of the poem.

In conversation humor is worth more than wit and easiness more than knowledge.

Jealousy is the fear or apprehension of superiority: envy our uneasiness under it.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.