O Lord! He Concluded, Forgive All These

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.

The Stillness In Art Characterizes Prayer, And The Eye Of The Storm.

Each Man Has His Own Batch Of Poems.

A Man Must Have Limits And Cannot Give In To The Wild Desires To Be Everything And Everyone And Everything To Everyone.

I Labor, I Spend, I Strive, I Design, I Love, I Cling, I Uphold, I Give Way, I Envy, I Long, I Scorn, I Die, I Hide, I Want. Faster, Much Faster Than Any Man Could Make The Tally.