The Sorrow Of Not Being Movie Stars

The Only Peace Is Being Out Of Earshot.

Art Chooses Its Constraints.

I Change My Opinions Often, But Not My Way Of Thinking.

In The Great Cities, Winter Glitters With Art And Feasting. But Poetry, The Country Cousin, Sees Only The Dearth Of The Fields.

A Fastidious Taste Is Best Indoors, Away From Nature And The City.