Poetry Must Have Something In It That

The Wisest Among Us Is Very Lucky Never To Have Met The Woman, Be She Beautiful Or Ugly, Intelligent Or Stupid, Who Could Drive Him Crazy Enough To Be Fit To Be Put Into An Asylum.

There's A Bit Of Testicle At The Bottom Of Our Most Sublime Feelings And Our Purest Tenderness.

Bad Company Is As Instructive As Licentiousness. One Makes Up For The Loss Of One's Innocence With The Loss Of One's Prejudices.

First Move Me, Astonish Me, Break My Heart, Let Me Tremble, Weep, Stare, Be Enraged-only Then Regale My Eyes.

Scepticism Is The First Step Towards Truth.