Writing Does Not Exclude The

Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

Grant That The Idea Of God Is The Most Splendid Single Act Of The Creative Human Imagination, And That All His Multiple Faces And Attributes Correspond To Some Need And Satisfy Some Deep Desire In Mankind; Still, For The Inquirers, It Is Impossible Not To Conclude That This Mystical Concept Has Been Harnessed Rudely To Machinery Of The Most Mundane Sort, And Has Been Made To Serve The Ends Of An Organization Which, Ruling Under Divine Guidance, Has Ruled Very Little Better, And In Some Respects, Worse, Than Certain Rather Mediocre But Frankly Manmade Systems Of Government.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.

Eventually Women Will Learn There's No Such Thing As Freedom. Their Husbands Are Just As Fastened To The Deck As They Are. Men Get Onto A Treadmill And Never Got Off.

No Man Can Be Explained By His Personal History, Least Of All A Poet.