The Loss Of Love Is A Terrible

There Is No Secret To Success Except Hard Work And Getting Something Indefinable Which We Call 'the Breaks.

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

Never Love With All Your Heart, It Only Ends In Aching.

I Doubt Not God Is Good, Well-meaning, Kind

Whatever Lives Is Granted Breath But By The Grace And Sufferance Of Death.