We Are Lived By Powers We Pretend

To Have A Sense Of Sin Means To Feel Guilty At There Being An Ethical Choice To Make, A Guilt Which, However "good" I May Become, Remains Unchanged.

Lovers Have Lived So Long With Giants And Elves, They Won't Believe Again In Their Own Size.

All Poets Adore Explosions, Thunderstorms, Tornadoes, Conflagrations, Ruins, Scenes Of Spectacular Carnage. The Poetic Imagination Is Not At All A Desirable Quality In A Statesman.

Mad Ireland Hurt You Into Poetry.

A Shilling Life Will Give You All The Facts.