Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

Art Is Not A Pastime But A Priesthood.

The Public Only Takes Up Yesterday As A Stick To Beat Today.

Do As The Beautiful Woman: See To Your Figure And Your Petticoats. Though, Of Course, I Am Not Speaking Literally.

Poetry, Being Elegance Itself, Cannot Hope To Achieve Visibility... It Insists On Living Its Own Life.