My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.

We had two grand antique professors who had been teaching at Lombard since before I was born.

Poetry is an enumeration of birds, bees, babies, butterflies, bugs, bambinos, babayagas, and bipeds, beating their way up bewildering bastions.

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

The fog comes on little cat feet.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.