As A Rule, It Was The Pleasure-haters

A Poet Is A Professional Maker Of Verbal Objects.

Words Are For Those With Promises To Keep.

The Trees Encountered On A Country Stroll Reveal A Lot About That Country's Soul ... A Culture Is No Better Than Its Woods.

Look If You Like, But You Will Have To Leap.

It's Impossible To Represent A Saint [in Art]. It Becomes Boring. Perhaps Because He Is, Like The Saturday Evening Post People, Inthe Position Of Having Almost Infinitely Free Will.