An Entomologist Is Not A Bug.

We Have Forgotten Love, And Sat Lonely Beside Each Other. We Have Eaten Together, Lonely Behind Our Plates, We Have Hidden Behind Children, We Have Slept Together In A Lonely Bed. Now My Heart Turns Toward You, Awake At Last, Penitent, Lost In The Last Loneliness. Speak To Me. Talk To Me. Break The Black Silence.

Men Who Live Like Casanova Are Seldom Interested In Themselves; Their Egocentricity Does Not Give Them Time For Egotism.

Crooked Cards And Straight Whiskey, Slow Horses And Fast Women.

It Takes Great Labor To Uncover The Convincing Simple Speech Of The Heart. Poetic Candor Comes With Hard Labor, So Even Does Impetuosity And Impudence.

The Modern Sensibility Attempts To Drain The Contents Of Experience; These Greek Poets Strive To State The Fact So Poignantly That It Becomes An Ever-flowing Spring As Sappho Says, "more Real Than Real, More Gold Than Gold.