Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody

Poetry Is A Mystic, Sensuous Mathematics Of Fire, Smoke-stacks, Waffles, Pansies, People, And Purple Sunsets.

The Greatest Cunning Is To Have None At All.

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

Now Is The Time. It Is Never Too Late To Start Something.

Time Is A Great Teacher, Who Can Live Without Hope?