Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World

We Must Each Find Our Separate Meaning In The Persuasion Of Our Days Until We Meet In The Meaning Of The World.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

I Travel Light; As Light, That Is, As A Man Can Travel Who Will Still Carry His Body Around Because Of Its Sentimental Value.

Poetry Is The Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement... Says Heaven And Earth In One Word... Speaks Of Himself And His Predicament As Though For The First Time.

It Is The Individual Man In His Individual Freedom Who Can Mature With His Warm Spirit The Unripe World.