There Are Poets And There

Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

Poetry Is A Religion Without Hope, But Its Martyrs Guarantee The Eternal Truth Of Its Dogma.

Alas! I Do Not Believe That Inspiration Falls From Heaven. Think It Rather The Result Of A Profound Indolence.

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.

People Seek Escape In Myth By Any Means At Their Disposal, Including Drugs, Alcohol, Meditation, And Lies.