Poetry Is Man's Rebellion Against Being What

The Optimist Sees A Light At The End Of The Tunnel, The Realist Sees A Train Entering The Tunnel, The Pessimist Sees A Train Speeding At Him, Hell For Leather, And The Machinist Sees Three Idiots Sitting On The Rail Track. "the Optimist Proclaims That We Live In The Best Of All Possible Worlds; The Pessimist Fears This Is True."

People Marry Through A Variety Of Other Reasons, And With Varying Results: But To Marry For Love Is To Invite Inevitable Tragedy.

If We Assiduously Cultivate Our Powers Of Exaggeration, Perhaps We, Too, Shall Obtain The Paradise Of Liars. And There Raphael Shall Paint For Us Scores And Scores Of His Manifestly Impossible Pictures... And Shakespeare Will Lie To Us Of Fabulous Islands Far Past 'the Still-vex'd Bermoothes,' And Bring Us Fresh Tales From The Coast Of Bohemia. For No One Will Speak The Truth There, And We Shall All Be Perfectly Happy.

For Although This Was A Very Heroic War, With A Parade Of Every Sort Of High Moral Principle, And With The Most Sonorous Language Employed Upon Both Sides, It Somehow Failed To Bring About Either The Reformation Or The Ruin Of Humankind: And After The Conclusion Of The Murdering And General Breakage, The World Went On Pretty Much As It Has Done After All Other Wars, With A Vague Notion That A Deal Of Time And Effort Had Been Unprofitably Invested, And A Conviction That It Would Be Inglorious To Say So.

Whatever There Is To Know, That Shall We Know One Day.