For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.

Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

We live in the time of the colossal upright oblong.

Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.

Whenever a people or an institution forget its hard beginnings, it is beginning to decay.