Life Is A Hypocrite If I Can't

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

I Know Your Cause Is Lost, But In The Heart / Of All Right Causes Is A Cause That Cannot Lose.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.