The Thing About Cats, As You May

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

The Success Of The Poem Is Determined Not By How Much The Poet Felt In Writing It, But By How Much The Reader Feels In Reading It.

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.

A Man Is What He Does With His Attention And Mine Is Not For Sale.

Conviction Is Possible Only In A World More Primitive Than Ours Can Be Perceived To Be. A Man Can Achieve A Simply Gnomic Conviction Only By Ignoring The Radical Describers Of His Environment, Or By Hating Them, As Convinced Men Have Hated, Say, Darwin And Freud, As Agents Of Some Devil.