The Darkness Of A Day Elapsed, Of

You Are Like Nobody Since I Love You.

To Feel The Love Of People Whom We Love Is A Fire That Feeds Our Life.

I Love All Things, Not Only The Grand But The Infinitely Small: Thimble, Spurs, Plates, Flower Vases.

A Child Who Does Not Play Is Not A Child, But The Man Who Doesn't Play Has Lost Forever The Child Who Lived In Him And Who He Will Miss Terribly.

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.