Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under

Justice Itself Tends To Be Corrupted By Political Passion.

As She Laughed I Was Aware Of Becoming Involved In Her Laughter And Being Part Of It, Until Her Teeth Were Only Accidental Stars With A Talent For Squad-drill.

Poetry Is A Mug's Game.

The Role Of Art Is Not To Express The Personality But To Overcome It.

In The Mountains, There You Feel Free.