God May Reduce You On Judgment Day

O Let Not Time Deceive You, You Cannot Conquer Time.

Poetry Makes Nothing Happen.

Dance, Dance, Dance Till You Drop.

Most Poetry Is The Utterance Of A Man In Some State Of Passion, Love, Joy, Grief, Rage, Etc., And No Doubt This Is As It Should Be. But No Man Is Perpetually In A Passion And Those States In Which He Is Amused And Amusing, Detached And Irreverent, If Less Important, Are No Less Amusing. If There Were No Poets Who, Like Byron, Express These States, Poetry Would Lack Something.

Lost In A Haunted Wood, Children Afraid Of The Night Who Have Never Been Happy Or Good.