We Died Like Aunts Of Pets Or

The Real War Poets Are Always War Poets, Peace Or Any Time.

I Decided That Europeans And Americans Are Like Men And Women: They Understand Each Other Worse, And It Matters Less, Than Either Of Them Suppose.

We Can't Tell Our Life From Our Wish

Doesn't The World Need The Painter's Praise Anymore?

The Climate Of Our Culture Is Changing. Under These New Rains, New Suns, Small Things Grow Great, And What Was Great Grows Small; Whole Species Disappear And Are Replaced.