Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

Gentility Is What Is Left Over From Rich Ancestors After The Money Is Gone.

Men Marry What They Need. I Marry You.

A Good Question Is Never Answered. It Is Not A Bolt To Be Tightened Into Place But A Seed To Be Planted And To Bear More Seed Toward The Hope Of Greening The Landscape Of Idea.

What Has Any Poet To Trust More Than The Feel Of The Thing? Theory Concerns Him Only Until He Picks Up His Pen, And It Begins To Concern Him Again As Soon As He Lays It Down.

Every Game Ever Invented By Mankind, Is A Way Of Making Things Hard For The Fun Of It!