All Poetry Is Putting The Infinite Within

The Heavens And Earth Stay As They Were; My Heart Beats As It Beat: The Truth Remains The Truth.

How Good Is Life, The Mere Living!

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

The Best Way To Excape His Ire Is, Not To Seem Too Happy.

Can We Love But On Condition That The Thing We Love Must Die?