Usury Is The Cancer Of The World,

Poetry Is About As Much A 'criticism Of Life' As Red-hot Iron Is A Criticism Of Fire.

I Once Saw A Small Child Go To An Electric Light Switch As Say, Mamma, Can I Open The Light? She Was Using The Age-old Language Of Exploration, The Language Of Art.

Learn Of The Green World What Can Be Thy Place In Scaled Invention Or True Artistry

The Curse Of Me And My Nation Is That We Always Think Things Can Be Bettered By Immediate Action Of Some Sort, Any Sort Rather Than No Sort.

Sumer Is Icumen In, Lhude Sing Cucc. Groweth Sed, And Bloweth Med, And Springth The Wude Nu, Sing Cuccu!