Look If You Like, But You Will

One Can Only Blaspheme If One Believes.

A Man Has His Distinctive Personal Scent Which His Wife, His Children And His Dog Can Recognize. A Crowd Has A Generalized Stink. The Public Is Odorless.

Encased In Talent Like A Uniform, The Rank Of Every Poet Is Well Known; They Can Amaze Us Like A Thunderstorm, Or Die So Young, Or Live For Years Alone.

Time Will Say Nothing But I Told You So.

Fate Succumbs Many A Species: One Alone Jeopardises Itself.