As far as I'm concerned$$$ the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk.

Don't touch me$$$ I'm full of snakes.

Don't tell them too much about your soul. They're waiting for just that.

You get your visions through whatever gate you're granted.

I rejoice to live in such a splendidly disturbing time!

If you can dream it$$$ you can do it.

Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works.

Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards$$$<br/>And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.

Oh what can ail thee$$$ knight-at-arms$$$ alone and palely loitering?

Thou$$$ silent form$$$ dost tease us out of thought — As doth eternity...