Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.

A Good Question Is Never Answered. It Is Not A Bolt To Be Tightened Into Place But A Seed To Be Planted And To Bear More Seed Toward The Hope Of Greening The Landscape Of Idea.

Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm Milk And Sprinkled With Sugar.

Every Parent Is At Some Time The Father Of The Unreturned Prodigal, With Nothing To Do But Keep His House Open To Hope.

Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.