We Must Travel In The Direction Of

Them Lady Poets Must Not Marry, Pal.

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn

Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But Very Little.

Ever To Confess You're Bored Means You Have No Inner Resources.

I Didn't Want To Be Like Yeats; I Wanted To Be Yeats.