Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He

Give Up The Dream That Love May Trick The Fates To Live Again Somewhere Beyond The Gleam Of Dying Stars, Or Shatter The Strong Gates Some God Has Builded High; Give Up The Dream.

When A Man Tells You That He Got Rich Through Hard Work, Ask Him: 'whose?'

If The World Were Not So Full Of People, And Most Of Them Did Not Have To Work So Hard, There Would Be More Time For Them To Get Out And Lie On The Grass, And There Would Be More Grass For Them To Lie On.

The Art Of Newspaper Paragraphing Is To Stroke A Platitude Until It Purrs Like An Epigram.

It Is Better To Be A Part Of Beauty For One Instant And Then Cease To Exist Than To Exist Forever And Never Be A Part Of Beauty