I Don't Know What To Think Until

If There Is On Earth A House With Many Mansions, It Is The House Of Words.

If Only The Sense Of Actuality Can Be Lulled-and It Sleeps For Ever In Most Historians-there Is No Passion That Cannot Be Gratified In The Past.

There Has Been, Is, And Always Will Be Every Conceivable Type Of Person.

A Work Of Art Is Never Finished. It Is Merely Abandoned.

A Poem Is True If It Hangs Together. Information Points To Something Else. A Poem Points To Nothing But Itself.