You May Strive To Be Like Them

You Who Are Strong And Swift, See That You Do Not Limp Before The Lame, Deeming It Kindness.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

Love Is The Only Freedom In The World Because It So Elevates The Spirit That The Laws Of Humanity And The Phenomena Of Nature Do Not Alter Its Course.

I Use Hate As A Weapon To Defend Myself; Had I Been Strong, I Would Never Have Needed That Kind Of Weapon.

You Talk When You Cease To Be At Peace With Your Thoughts; And When You Can No Longer Dwell In The Solitude Of Your Heart You Live In Your Lips, And Sound Is A Diversion And A Pastime. And In Much Of Your Talking, Thinking Is Half Murdered.