Poetry Is What Happens When

All Artists Today Are Expected To Cultivate A Little Fashionable Unhappiness.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

I Had Become, With The Approach Of Night, Once More Aware Of Loneliness And Time - Those Two Companions Without Whom No Journey Can Yield Us Anything.

Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else Would We Be Growing?

The Sense Of Truth No Matter How Subjective Is Necessary For The Experience Of Beauty.