If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.

Uncorseted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

I was too slow a mover to be a boxer. It was much easier to be a poet.

No place of grace for those who avoid the Face. No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the Voice.

Justice itself tends to be corrupted by political passion.

That was my way of putting it-not very satisfactory: A periphrastic study in a worn-out poetical fashion, Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle With words and meanings.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.