That The Play Is The Tragedy, “man,”

To Vilify A Great Man Is The Readiest Way In Which A Little Man Can Himself Attain Greatness.

If A Poem Hasn't Ripped Apart Your Soul; You Haven't Experienced Poetry.

All Religion, My Friend, Is Simply Evolved Out Of Fraud, Fear, Greed, Imagination, And Poetry.

Those Who Gossip With You Will Gossip About You.

I Stand Amid The Roar Of A Surf-tormented Shore, And I Hold Within My Hand Grains Of Golden Sand- How Few! Yet How They Creep Through My Fingers To The Deep, While I Weep- While I Weep!