Music Dissolves The Straight And Narrow.

Lies Save Trouble Now, But May Return In Thunder And Lightning.

Once Discover Comfort, And There Is No Turning Back.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

I Am Kept In Bondage By The Moles Of My Beloved.

Since We Hate The Same People, We Should Be Friends.