My Trunk, Valises And My Mind Are

We Cannot Cure The Evils Of Politics With Politics.

I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g' Because I Do Not Believe In Him, But I Love To Swear By Him.

Guilt Is The One Burden Human Beings Can't Bear Alone.

Out Of The Red And Silver And The Long Cry Of Alarm To The Poet Who Survives In All Human Beings, As The Child Survives In Him; To This Poet She Threw An Unexpected Ladder In The Middle Of The City And Ordained, 'climb!

The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.