The Only Limits Are, As Always, Those

The Only Limits Are, As Always, Those Of Vision.

At Every Crossroad, Be Prepared To Bump Into Wonder.

If You Don't Fill Your Days With Love, You Are Wasting Your Life.

My Earliest Poems Sing Of The Absolute Necessity Of Allowing Love To Invade And Pervade One's Life. That Can Make The Miracle Happen In Reality. Try It.

Most Poets In Their Youth Begin In Adolescent Sadness. I Find It More Rewarding To End In Gladness.