Hate Is Ravening Vulture Beaks Descending On

Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

Poetry, Far More Than Fiction, Reveals The Soul Of Humanity.

Can You See Through The Night, Woman, That You Stare So Upon It? Man, What Sparks Do Your Eyes Follow In The Smouldering Darkness?

Without Poetry The Soul And Heart Of Man Starves And Dies.

Sexual Love Is The Most Stupendous Fact Of The Universe, And The Most Magical Mystery Our Poor Blind Senses Know.