Poetry Is What Milton Saw

A Certain Alloy Of Expediency Improves The Gold Of Morality And Makes It Wear All The Longer.

A Little While With Grief And Laughter, And Then The Day Will Close; The Shadows Gather ... What Comes After No Man Knows.

By The Time A Bartender Knows What Drink A Man Will Have Before He Orders, There Is Little Else About Him Worth Knowing.

Poetry Is What Milton Saw When He Went Blind.

Life's Too Damn Funny For Me To Explain.