The Poet Is The Complete Lover Of

Good Taste Is The Worst Vice Ever Invented.

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

When We Think Of Cruelty, We Must Try To Remember The Stupidity, The Envy, The Frustration From Which It Has Arisen.

The Poet Is A Brother Speaking To A Brother Of "a Moment Of Their Other Lives" - A Moment That Had Been Buried Beneath The Dust Of The Busy World.

Virginia Woolf's Writing Is No More Than Glamorous Knitting. I Believe She Must Have A Pattern Somewhere.