Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life

The Chance Is The Remotest, Of Its Going Much Longer Unnoticed, That I'm Not Keeping Pace With The Headlong Human Race

The Nearest Friends Can Go With Anyone To Death, Comes So Far Short They Might As Well Not Try To Go At All.

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.

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

The Difference Between A Man And His Valet: They Both Smoke The Same Cigars, But Only One Pays For Them.