In Life There Is Not Time To

Home Is Where One Starts From.

Not Only Every Great Poet, But Every Genuine, But Lesser Poet, Fulfils Once For All Some Possibility Of Language, And So Leaves One Possibility Less For His Successors.

If You Aren't In Over Your Head, How Do You Know How Tall You Are?

And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns And Exhausted Wells.

He Had A Mind So Fine That No Idea Could Violate It