But I May Be One Who Does

The Difference Between A Man And His Valet: They Both Smoke The Same Cigars, But Only One Pays For Them.

Never Discuss The Poem You Contemplate Writing. It's Like Turning On The Outside Spigot. It Takes All The Pressure Off The Upstairs Bathroom.

I Have Just Been To A City In The West, A City Full Of Poets, A City They Have Made Safe For Poets. The Whole City Is So Lovely That You Do Not Have To Write It Up To Make It Poetry; It Is Ready-made For You. But, I Don't Know - The Poetry Written In That City Might Not Seem Like Poetry If Read Outside Of The City. It Would Be Like The Jokes Made When You Were Drunk; You Have To Get Drunk Again To Appreciate Them.

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

A Definite Purpose, Like Blinders On A Horse, Inevitably Narrows Its Possessor's Point Of View.