We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These

Creation Which Cannot Express Itself Becomes Madness.

Nowhere Is Inhumanity More Revealed Than In Hospitals.

The Truly Faithless One Is The One Who Makes Love To Only A Fraction Of You. And Denies The Rest.

Only When The Poet And The Scientist Work In Unison Will We Have Living Experiences And Knowledge Of The Marvels Of The Universe As They Are Being Discovered.

I Made No Resolutions For The New Year. The Habit Of Making Plans, Of Criticizing, Sanctioning And Molding My Life, Is Too Much Of A Daily Event For Me.