Reason? That Dreary Shed, That Hutch For

What Is Madness But Nobility Of Soul At Odds With Circumstance?

My Truths Are All Foreknown,this Anguish Self-revealed.i'm Naked To The Bone,with Nakedness My Shield.

Art Is The Means We Have Of Undoing The Damage Of Haste. It's What Everything Else Isn't.

What We Need Is More People Who Specialize In The Impossible.

The Poet: Would Rather Eat A Heart Than A Hambone.