A People That Grows Accustomed

I Have Never Known Anyone Worth A Damn Who Wasn't Irascible.

Poetry Is A Language Pared Down To Its Essentials.

I Have Tried To Write Paradise Do Not Move Let The Wind Speak That Is Paradise. Let The Gods Forgive What I Have Made Let Those I Love Try To Forgive What I Have Made.

With One Day's Reading A Man May Have The Key In His Hands.

Utter Originality Is, Of Course, Out Of The Question.