Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown Into A Big Empty Box Fill It Full.

There Are Ten Men In Me And I Do Not Know Or Understand One Of Them.

What If Someone Gave A War & Nobody Came? / Life Would Ring The Bells Of Ecstasy And Forever Be Itself Again.

Whenever A People Or An Institution Forget Its Hard Beginnings, It Is Beginning To Decay.

Poetry Is A Sequence Of Dots And Dashes, Spelling Depths, Crypts, Cross-lights, And Moon Wisps.