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

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

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

How can a man learn navigation Where there's no rudder?

An artist's sensitivity to criticism is, at least in part, an effort to keep unimpaired the zest, or confidence, or arrogance, which he needs to make creation possible; or an instinct to climb through his problems in his own way as he should, and must.

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

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