Light Is Time Thinking About Itself.

Enormous And Solid But Swaying, Beaten By The Wind But Chained, Murmur Of A Million Leaves Against My Window. Riot Of Trees, Surge Of Dark Green Sounds. The Grove, Suddenly Still, Is A Web Of Fronds And Branches.

Changes Are Inseparable From Democracy. To Defend Democracy Is To Defend The Possibility Of Change; In Turn, Changes Alone Can Strengthen Democracy.

We Are Condemned To Kill Time, Thus We Die Bit By Bit.

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Restore To Mankind The Possibility To Wonder.

A Flower Without A Stem, Is Beauty Waiting To Die. A Heart Without Love, Is A Tear Waiting To Cry.