Art: To Nudge Truth Along A Little.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have To Be A Great Poet To Make It Ring.

If I Had My Life To Live Over Again, I Would Ask That Not A Thing Be Changed, But That My Eyes Be Opened Wider.

Wrinkles Are Engraved Smiles.

To Have A Horror Of The Bourgeois Is Bourgeois.