Men are fools to invest in real estate.

Sooner or later we must absorb Islam if our own culture is not to die of anemia.

Always carry a corkscrew and the wine shall provide itself.

Compose aloud: poetry is a sound. Never explain- your reader is as smart as you. Your reader is not just any reader, but is the rare one with ears in his head.

Can a moment of madness make up for an age of consent?

But their determination to banish fools foundered ultimately in the installation of absolute idiots.

To appreciate present conditions, collate them with those of antiquity.

Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.

Name and date split in soft slate a few months obliterate. 166

Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with name and nation.

Prose exists to convey meaning, and no meaning such as prose conveys can be expressed as well in poetry. That's not poetry's purpose.

Jigga, Kells, Not Guilty

Being a messenger of love is all about caring for every person in your orbit unconditionally and ceaselessly. The harder the other person makes it for you, the more love you need to send their way.

One is always in the dark about one's own personality. One needs others to get to know oneself.

Is the distinction between living for Christ and dying for Him so great? Is not the second the logical conclusion of the first?

War stinks! There's nothing good about it. But you know the whole thing, it's you or them.

Jesus did not say: 'One of you go', but 'All of you go': we are sent together.

There are not enough poems in praise of bed.

There were a lot of artists in St. Ives. In fact, since the time of Whistler, St. Ives has been noted as an artist colony.