Equality Is A Mortuary Word.

The Lines Marking A Penalty Area Are A Disgrace To The Playing Fields Of A Public School.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

Who Apart From Ourselves, Can See Any Difference Between Our Victories And Our Defeats?

Life Is A Hypocrite If I Can't Live The Way It Moves Me.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.