The Poet Speaks To All Men Of

If Certain Critics And Poetasters Had Their Way, 'ordinary Piety' And Its Child, Dullness, Would Be The Masters Of Poetry.

Picasso Was A Delightful, Kindly, Friendly, Simple Little Man. When I Met Him He Was Extremely Excited And Overjoyed That His Mother-in-law Had Just Died, And He Was Looking Forward To The Funeral.

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.

Rhythm Is One Of The Principal Translators Between Dream And Reality.

I'm Afraid I'm Being An Awful Nuisance.