I've Been Born, And Once Is Enough.

Thinking Of The Key, Each Confirms A Prison.

We Learn What Poetry Is - If We Ever Learn - By Reading It.

At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

The Pekes And The Pollicles, Everyone Knows, Are Proud And Implacable, Passionate Foes; It Is Always The Same, Wherever One Goes. And The Pugs And The Poms, Although Most People Say That They Do Not Like Fighting, Will Often Display Every Symptom Of Wanting To Join In The Fray. And They Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark Until You Can Hear Them All Over The Park.

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.