Bad Writing Is Not Easier Than Good

There Is Nothing As Dull As An Intellectual Ally After A Certain Age.

He Was In Love With Life As An Ant On A Summer Blade Of Grass.

I Have Written A Raucous Valentine To A Poet's Dream And Agony.

Love's The Only Thing I've Thought Of Or Read About Since I Was Knee-high. That's What I Always Dreamed Of, Of Meeting Somebody And Falling In Love. And When That Remarkable Thing Happened, I Was Going To Recite Poetry To Her For Hours About How Her Heart's An Angel's Wing And Her Hair The Strings Of A Heavenly Harp. Instead I Got Drunk And Hollered At Her And Called Her A Harpy.

That God Has Managed To Survive The Inanities Of The Religions That Do Him Homage Is Truly A Miraculous Proof Of His Existence.