What, After All,is A Halo? It's Only

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.