If From Society We Learn To Live,

The Very Best Of Vineyards Is The Cellar

In Secret We Met - In Silence I Grieve, That Thy Heart Could Forget, Thy Spirit Deceive. If I Should Meet Thee After Long Years, How Should I Greet Thee? - With Silence And Tears

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.

Nothing So Difficult As A Beginning In Poesy, Unless Perhaps The End.