I Saw A Ghost Once,

It Is Strange, Is It Not, How A Person Can Adore One's Soul So Much That They Adore One's Body Also?

There Is No Humiliation Worse Than The Consciousness Of A Wasted Life. It Stains The Spirit, Forestalls Hope, And Destroys Any Motive For Action Or Change.

One Can Forgive Shakespeare Anything, Except One's Own Bad Lines.

I Strike Up Conversations All The Time And It Is Very Interesting, Finding Out About Things I Know Nothing About.

No Poet Is Ever Completely Lost. He Has The Secret Of His Childhood Safe With Him, Like Some Secret Cave In Which He Can Kneel. And, When We Read His Poetry, We Can Join Him There.