There's Nothing Wrong With Sobriety In Moderation.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

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.

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.

Early To Bed And Early To Rise Probably Indicates Unskilled Labor.

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.