Like Love, Destruction Can Be Ecstatic.

Even In Rapture, Part Of The Mind Watches.

Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet Vacancy Of Age.

Many Have Attempted Unnatural Acts, But Nature Has Always Shown The Way.