In Addition To English, At Least One

One Can Only Blaspheme If One Believes.

A Poet's Hope: To Be, Like Some Valley Cheese, Local, But Prized Elsewhere.

A Man Has His Distinctive Personal Scent Which His Wife, His Children And His Dog Can Recognize. A Crowd Has A Generalized Stink. The Public Is Odorless.

What The Mass Media Offers Is Not Popular Art, But Entertainment Which Is Intended To Be Consumed Like Food, Forgotten, And Replaced By A New Dish.

Thousands Have Lived Without Love, Not One Without Water.