Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

Modern Art Is What Happens When Painters Stop Looking At Girls And Persuade Themselves That They Have A Better Idea.

At The Next Vacancy For God, If I Am Elected, I Shall Forgive Last The Delicately Wounded Who, Having Been Slugged No Harder Than Anyone Else, Never Got Up Again, Neither To Fight Back, Nor To Finger Their Jaws In Painful Admiration.

Who Could Believe An Ant In Theory? A Giraffe In Blueprint? Ten Thousand Doctors Of What's Possible Could Reason Half The Jungle Out Of Being.

The Public Library Is The Most Dangerous Place In Town

Nothing Goes Further Toward A Man's Liberation Than The Act Of Surviving His Need For Character.