Men Marry What They Need. I Marry

I'm Smiled Out, Talked Out, Quipped Out, Socialized So Far From Any Being, I Need The Weight Of Mortal Silences To Get Realized Back Into Myself.

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.

A University Is What A College Becomes When The Faculty Loses Interest In The Students.

Love Is The Word Used To Label The Sexual Excitement Of The Young, The Habituation Of The Middle-aged, And The Mutual Dependence Of The Old.

A Man Is What He Does With His Attention And Mine Is Not For Sale.