Not Only Is There No Question Of

Writers Do Not Find Subjects; Subjects Find Them.

Silences Have A Climax, When You Have Got To Speak.

Sacrificers ... Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those That They Sacrifice. Oh, The Sacrificers, They Get It Both Ways. A Person Knows Themselves That They're Able To Do Without.

To The Sun Rome Owes Its Underlying Glow, And Its Air Called Golden - To Me, More The Yellow Of White Wine; Like Wine It Raises Agreeability To Poetry.

Meetings That Do Not Come Off Keep A Character Of Their Own. They Stay As They Were Projected.