The Hardest Way Of Learning Is That

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

You Can Cut All The Flowers But You Cannot Keep Spring From Coming.

The Typewriter Separated Me From A Deeper Intimacy With Poetry, And My Hand Brought Me Closer To That Intimacy Again.

Oh, May Your Silhouette Never Dissolve On The Beach; May Your Eyelids Never Flutter Into The Empty Distance. Don't Leave Me For A Second, My Dearest.

A Book, A Book Full Of Human Touches, Of Shirts, A Book Without Loneliness, With Men And Tools, A Book Is Victory.