Failure To Love Is Almost Like Murder.

The Whole Wide World Is A Cathedral; I Stand Inside, The Air Is Calm, And From Afar At Times There Reaches My Ear The Echo Of A Psalm.

No Bad Man Can Be A Good Poet.

A Corner Draft Fluttered The Flame And The White Fever Of Temptation Upswept Its Angel Wings That Cast A Cruciform Shadow.

When A Great Moment Knocks On The Door Of Your Life, It Is Often No Louder Than The Beating Of Your Heart, And It Is Very Easy To Miss It.

During The Last Years Of Mayakovski's Life, When All Poetry Had Ceased To Exist . . . Literature Had Stopped.