He Had A Mind So Fine That

Words Strain, Crack, And Sometime Break, Under The Burden.

Redeem The Time. Redeem The Unread Vision Of A Higher Dream.

Half Of The Harm That Is Done In This World Is Due To People Who Want To Feel Important. They Don't Mean To Do Harm. But The Harm Does Not Interest Them.

If We Are Moved By A Poem, It Has Meant Something, Perhaps Something Important, To Us; If We Are Not Moved, Then It Is, As Poetry, Meaningless.

In Order To Possess What You Do Not Possess, You Must Go By The Way Of Dispossession.