True Delicacy Is Not A Fragile Thing.

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.

Adversity Is A Stimulus.

The Quietest Poetry Can Be An Explosion Of Joy.

Consciousness Is The Glory Of Creation.

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