A Noble Soul Alone Can Noble Souls

Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks The Heart Deep In The Breast, And Lies Like A Tombstone On All Joys.

If You Must Tell Me Your Opinions, Tell Me What You Believe In. I Have Plenty Of Doubts Of My Own.

If You Modestly Enjoy Your Fame You Are Not Unworthy To Rank With The Holy.

As Soon As You Are In A Social Setting, You Better Take Away The Key To The Lock Of Your Heart And Pocket It; Those Who Leave Thekey In The Lock Are Fools.

After All, Poets Shouldn't Be Their Own Interpreters And Shouldn't Carefully Dissect Their Poems Into Everyday Prose; That Would Mean The End Of Being Poets. Poets Send Their Creations Into The World, It Is Up To The Reader, The Aesthetician, And The Critic To Determine What They Wanted To Say With Their Creations.