Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

Every Parent Is At Some Time The Father Of The Unreturned Prodigal, With Nothing To Do But Keep His House Open To Hope.

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.

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.

Boys Are The Cash Of War.

Conviction Is Possible Only In A World More Primitive Than Ours Can Be Perceived To Be. A Man Can Achieve A Simply Gnomic Conviction Only By Ignoring The Radical Describers Of His Environment, Or By Hating Them, As Convinced Men Have Hated, Say, Darwin And Freud, As Agents Of Some Devil.