Great Art Is Clear Thinking About Mixed

Over The Tea-cups And In The Square The Tongue Has Its Desire; Still Waters Run Deep, My Dear, There's Never Smoke Without Fire.

Proper Names Are Poetry In The Raw. Like All Poetry They Are Untranslatable.

All The Literati Keep An Imaginary Friend.

Lovers Have Lived So Long With Giants And Elves, They Won't Believe Again In Their Own Size.

There Are Bills To Be Paid, Machines To Keep In Repair, Irregular Verbs To Learn, The Time Being To Redeem From Insignificance.