Art Consists In Making Others Feel What

Every Man Who Deserves To Be Famous Knows It Is Not Worth The Trouble.

God Gave The Sea The Danger And The Abyss, But It Was In It That He Mirrored The Sky.

Should I Be What I Think? But I Think About Being So Many Things!

I Know, I Alone I Know, I Alone How Much It Hurts, This Heart With No Faith Nor Law Nor Melody Nor Thought. Only I, Only I And None Of This Can I Say Because Feeling Is Like The Sky - Seen, Nothing In It To See.

Your Poems Are Of Interest To Mankind; Your Liver Isn't. Drink Till You Write Well And Feel Sick. Bless Your Poems And Be Damned To You.