It Takes So Many Years To Learn

Artistic Inevitability Lies In The Complete Adequacy Of The External To The Emotion.

What A Poem Means Is As Much What It Means To Others As What It Means To The Author; And Indeed, In The Course Of Time A Poet May Become Merely Reader In Respect To His Own Works, Forgetting His Original Meaning.

It's Strange That Words Are So Inadequate. Yet, Like The Asthmatic Struggling For Breath, So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

He Laughed Like An Irresponsible Foetus.

It Is Worth While Dying, To Find Out What Life Is.