I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.

One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.

Poetry, that is to say the poetic, is a primal necessity.

The Irish say your trouble is their trouble and your joy their joy? I wish I could believe it; I am troubled, I'm dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

The weak overcomes its/ menace, the strong over-/comes itself.