Routine Is Not A Prison, But The

I Have Written Every Poem, Every Novel, For The Same Purpose-to Find Out What I Think, To Know Where I Stand.

Is It Perhaps The One Necessity Of Love, That It Be Needed? And The One Great Human Tragedy That It So Rarely Is?

Routine Is Not A Prison, But The Way Into Freedom From Time.

Poems Like To Have A Destination For Their Flight. They Are Homing Pigeons.

You Will Always Be Here With Me; As Long As I Live, A Towering Figure Of Love.