Religion Has Made An Honest Woman Of

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

Imagination Is The Wide-open Eye Which Leads Us Always To See Truth More Vividly.

Between Our Birth And Death We May Touch Understanding, As A Moth Brushes A Window With Its Wing

What Is Madness To Those Who Only Observe, Is Often Wisdom To Those To Whom It Happens.

An Artist's Sensitivity To Criticism Is, At Least In Part, An Effort To Keep Unimpaired The Zest, Or Confidence, Or Arrogance, Which He Needs To Make Creation Possible; Or An Instinct To Climb Through His Problems In His Own Way As He Should, And Must.