On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

The greatest pleasure in life is doing what other people say you can not do.