Amongst The Rock One Cannot Stop Or

...the Still Point In A Turning World.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

There Is No Feeling, Except The Extremes Of Fear And Grief, That Does Not Find Relief In Music.

People Find A Way In Which They Can Say Something.

Immature Poets Imitate; Mature Poets Steal; Bad Poets Deface What They Take, And Good Poets Make It Into Something Better, Or At Least Something Different.