A Real Building Is One

I Would Hold The Rosy, Slender Fingers Of The Dawn For You.

No Good Poetry Is Ever Written In A Manner Twenty Years Old, For To Write In Such A Manner Shows Conclusively That The Writer Thinks From Books, Convention And Cliché, Not From Real Life.

Literature Is News That Stays News.

No Verse Is Libre For The Man Who Wants To Do A Good Job.

What Thou Lovest Well Remains.