Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.

General Rules Have Been Legislated Into Being By Past Masters.

To Read A Poem With No Thought In Mind But To Paraphrase It Into A Single, Simple And Usually High-minded Prose Statement Is The Destruction Of Poetry.

I Have One Head That Wants To Be Good, And One That Wants To Be Bad. And Always, As Soon As I Get Up, One Of My Heads Is Sad.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.

It Is Easy Enough To Praise Men For The Courage Of Their Conviction. I Wish I Could Teach The Sad Young Of This Mealy Generation The Courage Of Their Convictions.