Men Will Clutch At Illusions When They

Learning To Believe You Are Magnificent. And Gradually To Discover That You Are Not Magnificent. Enough Labor For One Human Life.

The Purpose Of Poetry Is To Remind Us How Difficult It Is To Remain Just One Person, For Our House Is Open, There Are No Keys In The Doors, And Invisible Guests Come In And Out At Will.

It Is Sweet To Think I Was A Companion In An Expedition That Never Ends

When A Writer Is Born Into A Family, The Family Is Finished.

What Has No Shadow Has No Strength To Live.