The Skin Of All Of Us Is

Children And Lunatics Cut The Gordian Knot Which The Poet Spends His Life Patiently Trying To Untie.

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication: That Is Why So Many Bad Artists Are Unable To Give It Up.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

Poetry Is A Religion With No Hope.

I Love Cats Because I Enjoy My Home; And Little By Little, They Become Its Visible Soul.