What Grape To Keep Its Place In

Like Those Crabs Which Dress Themselves With Seaweed, We Wear Belief And Custom.

Melancholy And Remorse Form The Deep Leaden Keel Which Enables Us To Sail Into The Wind Of Reality; We Run Aground Sooner Than The Flat-bottomed Pleasure-lovers But We Venture Out In Weather That Would Sink Them And We Choose Our Direction.

The Friendships Which Last Are Those Wherein Each Friend Respects The Other's Dignity To The Point Of Not Really Wanting Anything From Him.

Believing In Hell Must Distort Every Judgement On This Life.

Poets Arguing About Modern Poetry: Jackals Snarling Over A Dried-up Well.