The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In

Where In This Small-talking World Can I Find A Longitude With No Platitude?

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate

The Best Thing We Can Do Is To Make Wherever We're Lost In Look As Much Like Home As We Can.

The Skirts Of The Gods Drag In Our Mud. We Feel The Touch And Take It To Be A Kiss.

An Artist's Sensitivity To Criticism Is, At Least In Part, An Effort To Keep Unimpaired The Zest, Or Confidence, Or Arrogance, Which He Needs To Make Creation Possible; Or An Instinct To Climb Through His Problems In His Own Way As He Should, And Must.