To fail to love is not to exist at all. >>
The job of the poet is to render the world -- to see it and report it >>
To be what no one ever was, to be what everyone has been: Freedom is t >>
In the light of his vision he has found his freedom: his thoughts are >>
Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thund >>
Freedom is an internal achievement rather than an external adjustment. >>
To be what no one ever was, to be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those extremes that fence all effort in.