Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

Dürer Would Have Seen A Reason For Living In A Town Like This.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

Men Are Monopolists Of "stars, Garters, Buttons And Other Shining Baubles"- Unfit To Be The Guardians Of Another Person's Happiness.

The Passion For Setting People Right Is In Itself An Afflictive Disease.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.