My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.
Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that.
Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
To become a work of art is the object of living.
The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.
Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.
All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.