Love Is Our Human Miracle.

The Only Way Through Pain…is To Absorb, Probe, Understand Exactly What It Is And What It Means. To Close The Door On Pain Is To Miss The Chance For Growth.

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

In The Very Long Run Any Success Devours - And Perhaps Also Corrupts.

It Takes A Long Time For Words To Become Thought.

Poetry Finds Its Perilous Equilibrium Somewhere Between Music And Speech.