The World Is Full Of Willing People;

Half The World Is Composed Of People Who Have Something To Say And Can't, And The Other Half Who Have Nothing To Say And Keep On Saying It.

What Is This Talked-of Mystery Of Birth. But Being Mounted Bareback On The Earth?

If Society Fits You Comfortably Enough, You Call It Freedom.

A Poem Begins With A Lump In The Throat; A Homesickness Or A Love Sickness. It Is A Reaching-out Toward Expression; An Effort To Find Fulfillment. A Complete Poem Is One Where An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

God Once Declared He Was True And Then Took The Veil And Withdrew.