One Aged Man - One Man -

The First Thing I Do In The Morning Is To Make My Bed And While I Am Making Up My Bed I Am Making Up My Mind As To What Kind Of A Day I Am Going To Have.

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.

Poetry Is A Way Of Taking Life By The Throat.

The Only Way Round Is Through.

You, Of Course, Are A Rose-- But Were Always A Rose.