We Are Like Trees. We Wear All

It's When You Are Down That You Learn About Your Faults.

Idealism Is Like A Castle In The Air If It Is Not Based On A Solid Foundation Of Social And Political Realism.

Adventure-seasoned And Storm-buffeted, I Shun All Signs Of Anchorage, Because The Zest Of Life Exceeds The Bound Of Laws.

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.