What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.

Life is a hypocrite if I can't live the way it moves me.

Who apart from ourselves, can see any difference between our victories and our defeats?

The moon is nothing But a circumambulating aphrodisiac Divinely subsidized to provoke the world Into a rising birth-rate

Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement... says heaven and earth in one word... speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.

The lines marking a penalty area are a disgrace to the playing fields of a public school.

The skirts of the gods Drag in our mud. We feel the touch And take it to be a kiss.