Tears And Laughter, They Are

The Old Endless Chain Of Love, Tolerance, Indifference, Aversion And Disgust

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

Enough Of Acting The Infant Who Has Been Told So Often How He Was Found Under A Cabbage That In The End He Remembers The Exact Spot In The Garden And The Kind Of Life He Led There Before Joining The Family Circle.

Poetry Is Essentially The Antithesis Of Metaphysics: Metaphysics Purge The Mind Of The Senses And Cultivate The Disembodiment Of The Spiritual; Poetry Is All Passionate And Feeling And Animates The Inanimate; Metaphysics Are Most Perfect When Concerned With Universals; Poetry, When Most Concerned With Particulars.

The Day You Die Is Just Like Any Other, Only Shorter.