He Can't Imagine The Result Of The

Poetry Is A Hazardous Occupation, Very Hazardous. There May Be Bad Things In There Inside You That Maybe You Can't Handle.

He Can't Imagine The Result Of The Mission Because He Never Saw It.

Yet Technique Matters, Even So. God Uses It, For A Buffalo Is Not A Leopard.

Those That Are Huntedknow This As Their Life,their Reward: To Walkunder Such Trees In Full Knowledgeof What Is In Glory Above Them,and To Feel No Fear.

I Once Had The Nerve To Ask Picasso The Question, 'what Is Art?' He Answered, 'art Is A Lie Which Makes Us See The Truth.