If One Is A Greyhound, Why Try

It Is Part Of The Poet's Work To Show Each Man What He Sees But Does Not Know He Sees.

I Am Patient With Stupidity But Not With Those Who Are Proud Of It.

There Is No Truth. Only Points Of View.

I'm Not The Man To Baulk At A Low Smell, I'm Not The Man To Insist On Asphodel. This Sounds Like A He-fellow, Don't You Think? It Sounds Like That. I Belch, I Bawl, I Drink.

Vulgarity Is, In Reality, Nothing But A Modern, Chic, Pert Descendant Of The Goddess Dullness.