When A Wife Has A

The Question "from Where Does The Poet Get It?" Addresses Only The What, Nobody Learns Anything About The How When Asking That Question.

Just As, Out Of Habit, One Consults A Run-down Clock As Though It Were Still Going, So Too One May Look At The Face Of A Beautiful Woman As Though He Still Loved Her.

He Who Moves Not Forward, Goes Backward.

You'll Never Attain It Unless You Know The Feeling.

No Skill Or Art Is Needed To Grow Old; The Trick Is To Endure It.