Nothing Improves Your Writing, I Think, As

It Is Not Who You Attend School With But Who Controls The School You Attend.

School Should Be Eleven Months Of The Year.

In The Name Of Peace They Waged The Wars Ain't They Got No Shame

I Grow Old Though Pleased With My Memories The Tasks I Can No Longer Complete Are Balanced By The Love Of The Tasks Gone Past I Offer No Apology Only This Plea: When I Am Frayed And Strained And Drizzle At The End Please Someone Cut A Square And Put Me In A Quilt That I Might Keep Some Child Warm And Some Old Person With No One Else To Talk To Will Hear My Whispers And Cuddle Near

The Only Advice [for New Writers And Poets] I Can Offer Is To Be Yourself: Not The Self Someone Else Wants You To Be, But The Self You Are. Enjoy Yourself And Your Life. But Most Of All Travel And Eat. That's How We Learn.