The Cliche Is Dead Poetry.

The Cliché Is Dead Poetry. English, Being The Language Of An Imaginative Race, Abounds In Clichés, So That English Literature Is Always In Danger Of Being Poisoned By Its Own Secretions.

In A Happy Marriage It Is The Wife Who Provides The Climate, The Husband The Landscape.

One Of The Marks Of A Great Poet Is That He Creates His Own Family Of Words And Teaches Them To Live Together In Harmony And To Help One Another.

We Confess Our Bad Qualities To Others Out Of Fear Of Appearing Naive Or Ridiculous By Not Being Aware Of Them.

Poets And Painters Are Outside The Class System, Or Rather They Constitute A Special Class Of Their Own, Like The Circus People And The Gypsies.