He says the best way out is always through. / And I can agree to that, or in so far / As that I can see no way out but through

Style is less the man than the way a man takes himself.

The artist in me cries out for design.

Affection is an overpowering craving to be compellingly sought.

The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.

A true sonnet goes eight lines and then takes a turn for better or worse and goes six or eight lines more.

Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.