We Want To Be Poets

In Every Real Man A Child Is Hidden That Wants To Play.

Man Is More Ape Than Many Of The Apes.

I Love Him Who Is Ashamed When The Dice Fall In His Favour, And Who Then Asketh: "am I A Dishonest Player?" - For He Is Willing To Succumb.

I Fear That, With Our Current Veneration For The Natural And The Real, We Have Arrived At The Opposite Pole To All Idealism, And Have Landed In The Region Of The Waxworks.

A Strong And Well-constituted Man Digests His Experiences (deeds And Misdeeds All Included) Just As He Digests His Meats, Even When He Has Some Tough Morsels To Swallow.