Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

I Am An Unpopular Electric Eel Set In A Pond Of Goldfish.

If Certain Critics And Poetasters Had Their Way, 'ordinary Piety' And Its Child, Dullness, Would Be The Masters Of Poetry.

The Poet Speaks To All Men Of That Other Life Of Theirs That They Have Smothered And Forgotten.

When We Think Of Cruelty, We Must Try To Remember The Stupidity, The Envy, The Frustration From Which It Has Arisen.