Human Beings Are Sloshing Sacks Of Chemicals

Success Produces Success, Just As Money Produces Money.

Above All, We Ask The Poet To Teach Us A Way Of Seeing.

If We Mammals Don't Get Something To Eat Every Day Or Two, Our Temperature Drops, All Our Signs Fall Off, And We Begin To Starve. Living At Biological Red Alert, It's Not Surprising How Obsessed We Are With Food; I'm Just Amazed We Don't Pace And Fret About It All The Time.

Libraries Change Lives. They Are The Soul Of A People.

Knee-deep In The Cosmic Overwhelm, I’m Stricken By The Ricochet Wonder Of It All: The Plain Everythingness Of Everything, In Cahoots With The Everythingness Of Everything Else.