Poetry Is What Happens When An Anxiety

They Say That If You Get Bored Enough With Calamity You Can Learn To Laugh.

It Is Not Love That Is Blind, But Jealousy.

I Have Done So Many Things In My Life," She Said To The Mirror. "evil Things, Perhaps. But Never Unattentively, Never Wastefully...was I Wrong?

The Artist's Work Constitutes The Only Satisfactory Relationship He Can Have With His Fellow Men Since He Seeks His Real Friends Among The Dead And The Unborn.

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.