Poetry Is A Fossil Rock-print Of A

Time Is The Coin Of Your Life. You Spend It. Do Not Allow Others To Spend It For You.

Whenever A People Or An Institution Forget Its Hard Beginnings, It Is Beginning To Decay.

The Scholars And Poets Of An Earlier Time Can Be Read Only With A Dictionary To Help.

My First Stringed Instrument Was A Cigar Box Banjo Where I Cut And Turned The Pegs And Strung The Wires Myself.

The Woman Named Tomorrow Sits With A Hairpin In Her Teeth And Takes Her Time