Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.

What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.

Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.