Life Is Tons Of Discipline.

Poets Need Not Go To Niagara To Write About The Force Of Falling Water.

God Once Declared He Was True And Then Took The Veil And Withdrew.

Two Such As You With Such A Master Speed, Cannot Be Parted Nor Be Swept Away, From One Another Once You Are Agreed, That Life Is Only Life Forevermore, Together Wing To Wing And Oar To Oar.

Bounds Should Be Set To Ingenuity For Being So Cruel In Bringing Change Unheralded On The Unready.

Poetry Is Play. I'd Even Rather Have You Think Of It As A Sport. For Instance, Like Football.