H. L. Mencken suffers from the hallucination that he is H. L. Mencken - there is no cure for a disease of that magnitude. — Maxwell Bodenheim Copy Share Image
Reality is a formless lure, And only when we know this Do we dare to be unreal. — Maxwell Bodenheim Copy Share Image
For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. — Maxwell Bodenheim Copy Share Image
Thank you for inviting me to your house, but I prefer to dine in the Greek restaurant at Wabash Avenue and 12th Street where… — Maxwell Bodenheim Copy Share Image
