The Dead Hold In Their Hands Only

Freedom Is Baffling: Men Having It Often Know Not They Have It Till It Is Gone And They No Longer Have It.

And All Poets Love Dust And Mist Because All The Last Answers. Go Running Back To Dust And Mist.

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

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

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