A Strange Thing Has Happened, Do You

If You Would Civilize A Man, Begin With His Grandmother.

O Darkness, The Sky Is A Gloomy Precinct Whose Door You Close, And Whose Key The Soul Owns; And Night Divides Itself In Half, Being Diabolical And Holy, Between Ilis, The Black Angel, And Christ, The Starry Human Being.

Whenever A Man's Friends Begin To Compliment Him About Looking Young, He May Be Sure That They Think He Is Growing Old.

Curiosity Is Gluttony. To See Is To Devour.

A Poet Is A World Enclosed In A Man.