Everyone Always Dies For His

As Soon As War Is Declared It Will Be Impossible To Hold The Poets Back. Rhyme Is Still The Most Effective Drum.

If Two People Who Love Each Other Let A Single Instant Wedge Itself Between Them, It Grows-it Becomes A Month, A Year, A Century; It Becomes To Late.

The Stage Play Is A Trial, Not A Deed Of Violence. The Soul Is Opened, Like The Combination Of A Safe, By Means Of A Word. You Don't Require An Acetylene Torch.

I Remember A Time When A Cabbage Could Sell Itself By Being A Cabbage. Nowadays It’s No Good Being A Cabbage – Unless You Have An Agent And Pay Him A Commission. Nothing Is Free Anymore To Sell Itself Or Give Itself Away. These Days, Countess, Every Cabbage Has Its Pimp.

The Flower Is The Poetry Of Reproduction. It Is An Example Of The Eternal Seductiveness Of Life.