Poetry Gave Me Back My Voice.

I Always Felt, If I Can Get To A Library, I'll Be Ok.

Being Free Is Being Able To Accept People For What They Are, And Not Try To Understand All They Are Or Be What They Are.

Its Not Where Your Dreams Take You, Its Where You Take Your Dreams.

Self-pity In Its Early Stage Is As Snug As A Feather Mattress. Only When It Hardens Does It Become Uncomfortable.

This Is What I Am Learning, At 82 Years Old: The Main Thing Is To Be In Love With The Search For Truth.