All In Green Went My Love Riding

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I Think Is No Parenthesis

Only By You My Heart Always Moves.

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

To Like An Individual Because He's Black Is Just As Insulting As To Dislike Him Because He Isn't White.