What We Live By We Die By.

Poetry Is A Reaching Out Forward Expression, An Effort To Find Fulfillment

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

A Diplomat Is A Man Who Always Remembers A Woman's Birthday But Never Remembers Her Age.

The Sun Was Warm But The Wind Was Chill. You Know How It Is With An April Day. When The Sun Is Out And The Wind Is Still, You're One Month On In The Middle Of May. But If You So Much As Dare To Speak, A Cloud Come Over The Sunlit Arch, And Wind Comes Off A Frozen Peak, And You're Two Months Back In The Middle Of March.

I Could Give All To Time Except--except What I Myself Have Held.