I Cut My Own Hair. I Got

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

A True Sonnet Goes Eight Lines And Then Takes A Turn For Better Or Worse And Goes Six Or Eight Lines More.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

I Never Dared To Be Radical When Young For Fear It Would Make Me Conservative When Old.

O Hushed October Morning Mild, Begin The Hours Of This Day Slow, Make The Day Seem To Us Less Brief... Retard The Sun With Gentle Mist; Enchant The Land With Amethyst.