Reality is a formless lure, And only when we know this Do we dare to be unreal. Maxwell Bodenheim More Quotes by Maxwell Bodenheim More Quotes From Maxwell Bodenheim For me, poetry is an impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind. Maxwell Bodenheim paint poetry wind 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 hallucinations disease suffering Time is but a phantom dagger Maxwell Bodenheim phantoms daggers time Words are soldiers of fortune hired by different ideas. Maxwell Bodenheim different soldier ideas Thank you for inviting me to your house, but I prefer to dine in the Greek restaurant at Wabash Avenue and 12th Street where I will be limited to finding dead flies in my soup. Maxwell Bodenheim dine-in greek house
