If I Could Do It Over, I'd

Watch The Indolent Butterfly Playing On The Tall Flower In The Yard And Think About The Sun Going Down. It Always Does You Know.

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

And If The World Breaks Down, I'll Be Around.