College Is A Refuge From Hasty Judgment.

Poetry Is What Is Lost In Translation. It Is Also What Is Lost In Interpretation.

There Is No Love. There's Only Love Of Men And Women, Love Of Children, Love Of Friends, Of Men, Of God: Divine Love, Human Love, Parental Love, Roughly Discriminated For The Rough.

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

Let Cloud Shapes Swarm, / Let Chaos Storm, / I Wait For Form.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.