Human love has little regard for the truth. It makes the truth relative since nothing not even the truth must come between it and the beloved person.
The test of the morality of a society is what it does for its children.
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
Concrete poets continue to turn out beautiful things but to me they're more visual than oral and they almost really belong on the wall rather than in a book. I haven't the least idea of where poetry is going.
