It Takes A Minute To Have A

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.

When God Created Man, He Gave Him Music As A Language Different From All Other Languages. And Early Man Sang His Glory In The Wilderness; And Drew The Hearts Of Kings And Moved Them From Their Thrones.

Your Confidence In The People, And Your Doubt About Them, Are Closely Related To Your Self-confidence And Your Self-doubt.

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.