In Your Efforts To Dazzle

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is Afraid.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.