We All Have Souls Of Different Ages

Poetry Is Either Something That Lives Like Fire Inside You -- Like Music To The Musician Or Marxism To The Communist -- Or Else It Is Nothing, An Empty, Formalized Bore Around Which Pedants Can Endlessly Drone Their Notes And Explanations.

Good Manners Are An Admission That Everybody Is So Tender That They Have To Be Handle With Gloves.

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.

Life Is Essentially A Cheat And Its Conditions Are Those Of Defeat; The Redeeming Things Are Not Happiness And Pleasure But The Deeper Satisfactions That Come Out Of Struggle.

I'm A Cynical Idealist.