One Gets To The Heart Of The

One Smile Relieves A Heart That Grieves.

Myths Are Seldom Simple, And Never Irresponsible.

There's A Cool Web Of Language Winds Us In, Retreat From Too Much Joy Or Too Much Fear: We Grow Sea-green At Last And Coldly Die In Brininess And Volubility.

Originally Marriage Meant The Sale Of A Woman By One Man To Another; Now Most Women Sell Themselves Though They Have No Intention Of Delivering The Goods Listed In The Bill Of Sale.

I Believe That Every English Poet Should Read The English Classics, Master The Rules Of Grammar Before He Attempts To Bend Or Break Them, Travel Abroad, Experience The Horrors Of Sordid Passion, And - If He Is Lucky Enough - Know The Love Of An Honest Woman.