Is Perception Equivalent To Existence?

What Was Time But A Convention, A Habit Of Mind, A Custom Of Dress?

When I Met My Husband, I Refused To Invite Him Home For Passover Because I Was Embarrassed My Mother Might Serve All The Catered Dishes In The Wrong Order.

When I Sit Down At My Writing Desk, Time Seems To Vanish. I Think It's A Wonderful Way To Spend One's Life.

To Name Oneself Is The First Act Of Both The Poet And The Revolutionary.

Friends Love Misery... Our Misery Is What Endears Us To Our Friends.