Any Work Of Art Must First Of

The Best Way Out Is Always Through.

For, Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief, Merely Because It Ceases To Be True, Cling To It Long Enough, And Not A Doubt, It Will Turn True Again, For So It Goes.

Every Poem Is A Momentary Stay Against The Confusion Of The World.

Nature Does Not Complete Things. She Is Chaotic. Man Must Finish, And He Does So By Making A Garden And Building A Wall.

What Is Required Is Sight And Insight- Then You Might Add One More: Excite.