Those Who Despair Of Life Are Not

Though We Do Not Have Many Poets, We Certainly Have More Than We Deserve, For We Deserve None At All. It Is Ourselves That We Are Hurting By Our Stupidity And Ignorance Of Poetry.

Poets Are The Leaven In The Lump Of Civilization.

I Am Not Sure How Many "sins" I Would Recognize In The World. Some Would Surely Be Defused By Changed Circumstances. But I Can Imagine None That Is More Irredeemably Sinful Than The Betrayal, The Exploitation, Of The Young By Those Who Should Care For Them.

Humor Is An Antidote To Isolation.

Can One Consider Controversy Without Falling Into It?