Both T.s. Eliot And I Like To

It Is Only A Moment Here And A Moment There That The Greatest Writer Has. Some Cognizance Of The Fact Must Be Taken In Your Teaching.

I Could Define Poetry This Way: It Is That Which Is Lost Out Of Both Prose And Verse In Translation.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

Unless I'm Wrong I But Obey The Urge Of A Song: I'm-bound-away! And I May Return If Dissatisfied With What I Learn From Having Died.