The Usual Dog About The Town Is

The Poet's Mind Is In Fact A Receptacle For Seizing And Storing Up Numberless Feelings, Phrases, Images, Which Remain There Until All The Particles Which Can Unite To Form A New Compound Are Present Together.

Till Human Voices Wake Us, And We Drown.

We Read Many Books, Because We Cannot Know Enough People.

All Art Emulates The Condition Of Ritual. That Is What It Comes From And To That It Must Always Return For Nourishment.

Again I Must Remind You That A Dog's A Dog-a Cat's A Cat.