There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.

Elegance Ceases To Exist When It Is Noticed.

Everyone's Pet Is The Most Outstanding. This Begets Mutual Blindness.

It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

Catastrophe, Riots, Factories Blowing Up, Armies In Flight, Flood - The Ear Can Detect A Whole Apocalypse In The Starry Night Of The Human Body.

The World Owes Its Enchantment To These Curious Creatures And Their Fancies; But Its Multiple Complicity Rejects Them. Thistledown Spirits, Tragic, Heartrending In Their Evanescence, They Must Go Blowing Headlong To Perdition.