I'm Smiled Out, Talked Out, Quipped Out,

What Has Any Poet To Trust More Than The Feel Of The Thing? Theory Concerns Him Only Until He Picks Up His Pen, And It Begins To Concern Him Again As Soon As He Lays It Down.

Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.

General Rules Have Been Legislated Into Being By Past Masters.

The Success Of The Poem Is Determined Not By How Much The Poet Felt In Writing It, But By How Much The Reader Feels In Reading It.

Intelligence Recognizes What Has Happened. Genius Recognizes What Will Happen.