I Have Seafoam In My Veins, I

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

At All Costs The True World Of Childhood Must Prevail, Must Be Restored; That World Whose Momentous, Heroic, Mysterious Quality Is Fed On Airy Nothings, Whose Substance Is So Ill-fitted To Withstand The Brutal Touch Of Adult Inquisition.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.