There Are Infinite Possibilities.

Style Of The Future Is The Convergence Of Function And Fashion.

Because I Had Goodwill For All, I Thought All Were My Friends. And Then I Learned Of Treachery, That Some Preferred My End. It Wasn't The Goodwill I Felt That Made Someone A Friend. What Handy Day, The One I Learned The Meaning Of The Word. How Good To Know My Enemies (though Their Reasons Are Absurd!)

Poets Can't Worry About Popularity Since Loving Life And Humanity Involves Saying What Some People Don't Want To Hear.

Hate: Return To Sender; Address Unknown.

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.