My Soul Has Grown Deep Like The

A Picture, To Be An Interesting Picture, Must Be More Than A Picture, Otherwise It Is Only A Reproduction Of An Object, And Not An Object Of Value In Itself.

Peace We Passed Their Graves: The Dead Men There, Winners Or Losers, Did Not Care. In The Dark They Could Not See Who Had Gained The Victory.

For My Best Poems Were All Written When I Felt The Worst. When I Was Happy, I Didn't Write Anything.

Sometimes A Crumb Falls From The Tables Of Joy, Sometimes A Bone Is Flung. To Some People Love Is Given, To Others Only Heaven.

Road's In Front O' Me, Nothin' To Do But Walk.