An Idea Is A Feat Of Association.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day.

The Best Things And Best People Rise Out Of Their Separateness; I'm Against A Homogenized Society Because I Want The Cream To Rise.

There Are Three Things, After All, That A Poem Must Reach: The Eye, The Ear, And What We May Call The Heart Or The Mind. It Is The Most Important Of All To Reach The Heart Of The Reader.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

Lord, I Have Loved Your Sky, Be It Said Against Or For Me, Have Loved It Clear And High, Or Low And Stormy...