Mad Ireland Hurt You Into Poetry.

Every Poet Has His Dream Reader: Mine Keeps A Look Out For Curious Prosodic Fauna Like Bacchics And Choriambs.

Learn From Your Dreams What You Lack.

There Are Not Many English Novels Which Deserve To Be Called Great: Parade's End Is One Of Them.

To Save Your World You Asked This Man To Die; Would This Man, Could He See You Now, Ask Why?

Nobody Knows What The Cause Is, Though Some Pretend They Do; It Like Some Hidden Assassin Waiting To Strike At You. Childless Women Get It, And Men When They Retire; It As If There Had To Be Some Outlet For Their Foiled Creative Fire.