Coffee Is Good For Talent, But Genius

It Is The Eye Which Makes The Horizon.

It Is The Essence Of Poetry To Spring, Like The Rainbow Daughter Of Wonder, From The Invisible, To Abolish The Past, And Refuse All History.

Literature Is Eavesdropping.

To Aim To Convert A Man By Miracles Is A Profanation Of The Soul. A True Conversion, A True Christ, Is Now, As Always, To Be Madeby The Reception Of Beautiful Sentiments.

By God, I Will Not Obey This Filthy Enactment!