Human Kind Cannot Bear Much Reality.

For You Know Only A Heap Of Broken Images

The Bad Poet Is Usually Unconscious Where He Ought To Be Conscious, And Conscious Where He Ought To Be Unconscious.

The Only Wisdom We Can Hope To Acquire Is The Wisdom Of Humility: Humility Is Endless. The Houses Are All Gone Under The Sea. The Dancers Are All Gone Under The Hill.

If All Time Is Eternally Present, All Time Is Unredeemable

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.