Time Is The Best Author. It Always

The Way Of Life Can Be Free And Beautiful, But We Have Lost The Way. Greed Has Poisoned Men's Souls, Has Barricaded The World With Hate, Has Goose-stepped Us Into Misery And Bloodshed. We Have Developed Speed, But We Have Shut Ourselves In. Machinery That Gives Abundance Has Left Us In Want. Our Knowledge Has Made Us Cynical; Our Cleverness, Hard And Unkind. We Think Too Much And Feel Too Little. More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity. More Than Cleverness, We Need Kindness And Gentleness. Without These Qualities, Life Will Be Violent And All Will Be Lost.

Words Are Cheap. The Biggest Thing You Can Say Is "elephant".

Why Should Poetry Have To Make Sense?

My Lips Never Know My Problem They Just Always Smile

To Those Who Can Hear Me, I Say, Do Not Despair. The Misery That Is Now Upon Us Is But The Passing Of Greed, The Bitterness Of Men Who Fear The Way Of Human Progress.