What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.
One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.
Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.
I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value.
The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate
Poetry has the virtue of being able to say twice as much as prose in half the time, and the drawback, if you do not give it your full attention, of seeming to say half as much in twice the time.