Still, Vicious Or Virtuous, Love Suits Most

Death Is No Different Whined At Than Withstood.

I Have Wished You Something None Of The Others Would.

To Put One Brick Upon Another, Add A Third, And Then A Fourth, Leaves No Time To Wonder Whether What You Do Has Any Worth.

It Is Fatal To Decide, Intellectually, What Good Poetry Is Because You Are Then In Honour Bound To Try To Write It, Instead Of The Poems That Only You Can Write.

Parting Is A Training Streamer,lingering Like Leaves In Autumn.