'therefore' Is A Word The Poet Must

What Seems Different In Yourself; That's The Rare Thing You Possess. The One Thing That Gives Each Of Us His Worth, And That's Just What We Try To Suppress. And We Claim To Love Life.

He Who Wants A Rose Must Respect Her Thorn.

The Public Always Prefers To Be Reassured. There Are Those Whose Job This Is. There Are Only Too Many.

We Should Enjoy This Summer, Flower By Flower, As If It Were To Be The Last One We’ll See.

Know That Joy Is Rarer, More Difficult, And More Beautiful Than Sadness. Once You Make This All-important Discovery, You Must Embrace Joy As A Moral Obligation.