Your Words And My Words Are The

Few Artists Can Afford Artistic Temperament.

My Father Was A Patriarch Inside A Matriarchy, But Never Knew It.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

Melancholy Is As Seductive As Ecstasy.

The Grandeur Of A Philosophy Does Not Certify Its Truth.