Soft As The Earth Is

Cathedrals, Luxury Liners Laden With Souls, Holding To The East Their Hulls Of Stone.

Rhymes, Meters, Stanza Forms, Etc., Are Like Servants. If The Master Is Fair Enough To Win Their Affection And Firm Enough To Command Their Respect, The Result Is An Orderly Happy Household. If He Is Too Tyrannical, They Give Notice; If He Lacks Authority, They Become Slovenly, Impertinent, Drunk And Dishonest.

A Man Is A Form Of Life That Dreams In Order To Act And Acts In Order To Dream.

You Will Be A Poet Because You Will Always Be Humiliated.

Death Is The Sound Of Distant Thunder At A Picnic.