The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch

Certainly The Modern Poets I Cherish Most Are Disturbing Spirits; They Do Not Come To Coo.

In A Murderous Time/the Heart Breaks And Breaks/and Lives By Breaking.

I Can Hardly Wait For Tomorrow, It Means A New Life For Me Each And Every Day.

When You Look Back On A Lifetime And Think Of What Has Been Given To The World By Your Presence, Your Fugitive Presence, Inevitably You Think Of Your Art, Whatever It May Be, As The Gift You Have Made To The World In Acknowledgment Of The Gift You Have Been Given, Which Is The Life Itself... That Work Is Not An Expression Of The Desire For Praise Or Recognition, Or Prizes, But The Deepest Manifestation Of Your Gratitiude For The Gift Of Life.

In Every House Of Marriage There's Room For An Interpreter.