If A Poet Has A Dream, It

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.

To Be Audacious With Tact, You Have To Know To What Point You Can Go Too Far.

Art Is Science Made Flesh.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.