The Tiger Springs In The

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.

We Had The Experience, But We Missed The Meaning.

No Artist Produces Great Art By A Deliberate Attempt To Express His Own Personality.

Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding.

At The Violet Hour, When The Eyes And Back Turn Upward From The Desk, When The Human Engine Waits Like A Taxi Throbbing Waiting I Tiresias, Though Blind, Throbbing Between Two Lives.