The Eye Of A Human Being Is

The Saint And The Sinner Are Twin Brothers...one Was Born But The Moment Before The Other.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

In The Sweetness Of Friendship Let There Be Laughter, And Sharing Of Pleasures. For In The Dew Of Little Things The Heart Finds Its Morning And Is Refreshed.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.

Solitude Is A Silent Storm That Breaks Down All Our Dead Branches; Yet It Sends Our Living Roots Deeper Into The Living Heart Of The Living Earth.