From The Colour The Nature And By

The Individual Cannot Think And Communicate His Thought, The Governor And Legislator Cannot Act Effectively Or Frame His Laws Without Words, And The Solidity And Validity Of These Words Is In The Care Of The Damned And Despised Litterati...when Their Very Medium, The Very Essence Of Their Work, The Application Of Word To Thing Goes Rotten, I.e. Becomes Slushy And Inexact, Or Excessive Or Bloated, The Whole Machinery Of Social And Of Individual Thought And Order Goes To Pot.

This Is No Book. Whoever Touches This Touches A Man.

The Primary Pigment Of Poetry Is The Image.

I Did Not Enter Into Silence. Silence Captured Me.

Artists Are The Antennae Of The Race.