Key West, unfortunately, is becoming rather literary and artistic.

God and the imagination are one.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Conceptions are artificial. Perceptions are essential.

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

...after a night spent writing poetry, one is almost happy to hear the milkman at the door.

I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure. Sometimes I think that all our learning is the little learning of the maxim. To laugh at a Roman awe-stricken in a sacred grove is to laugh at something today.