For The Vision Of One Man Lends

Poetry, My Dear Friends, Is A Sacred Incarnation Of A Smile. Poetry Is A Sigh That Dries The Tears. Poetry Is A Spirit Who Dwells In The Soul, Whose Nourishment Is The Heart, Whose Wine Is Affection. Poetry That Comes Not In This Form Is A False Messiah.

Love And Doubt Have Never Been On Speaking Terms.

Time Has Been Transformed, And We Have Changed; It Has Advanced And Set Us In Motion; It Has Unveiled Its Face, Inspiring Us With Bewilderment And Exhilaration.

When We Oppose The Hidden Conscience, It Does Us Hurt. When We Betray It, It Judges Us.

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.