I Know Many Lives Worth Living.

A Fact: One Picks It Up And Reads It, And Puts It Down, And There Is An End To It. But An Idea! That One May Pick Up, And Reflect Upon, And Oppose, And Expand, And So Pass A Delightful Afternoon Altogether.

Because Of The Dog’s Joyfulness, Our Own Is Increased. It Is No Small Gift.

It Is Better For The Heart To Break, Than Not To Break.

Life Is Much The Same When It's Going Well-- Resonant And Unremarkable. But Who, Not Under Disaster's Seal, Can Understand What Life Is Like When It Begins To Crumble?

I've Always Wanted To Write Poems And Nothing Else.