A Baby Is God's Opinion That Life

To Never See A Fool You Lock Yourself In Your Room And Smash The Looking-glass.

Poetry Is A Theorem Of A Yellow-silk Handkerchief Knotted With Riddles, Sealed In A Balloon Tied To The Tail Of A Kite Flying In A White Wind Against A Blue Sky In Spring.

An Expert Is A Damn Fool A Long Way From Home.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Now I Am Here - Now Read Me - Give Me A Name.