Poetry Must Be Made By All And

Although According To Certain Philosophers It Is Quite Difficult To Distinguish The Jester From The Melancholic, Life Itself Being A Comic Drama Or A Dramatic Comedy.

Real Sorrow Is Incompatible With Hope. No Matter How Great That Sorrow May Be, Hope Raises It One Hundred Cubits Higher.

As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella On An Operating Table.

It Is A Power Stronger Than Will. Could A Stone Escape From The Laws Of Gravity? Impossible. Impossible, For Evil To Form An Alliance With Good.

Poetry Must Be Made By All And Not By One.