It Is For This, Partly, That I

In Any Triangle, Who Is The Betrayer, Who The Unseen Rival, And Who The Humiliated Lover? Oneself, Oneself, And No One But Oneself!

Poetry Is Fired By Love.

It Is The Artists Who Make The True Value Of The World, Though At Times They May Have To Starve To Do It. They Are Like Earthworms, Turning Up The Soil So Things Can Grow, Eating Dirt So That The Rest Of Us May Eat Green Shoots.

Is There A Phrase In The English Language More Fraught With Menace Than A Tax Audit?

The Dilemma Is That If One Does Not Risk Anything One Risks Even More.