When The Wound/ No Longer Hurts/ The

Little Changes Are The Enemies Of Great Changes.

To Live Means To Finesse The Processes To Which One Is Subjugated.

Those Against Politics Are In Favor Of The Politics Inflicted Upon Them.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

The Human Race Tends To Remember The Abuses To Which It Has Been Subjected Rather Than The Endearments. What's Left Of Kisses? Wounds, However, Leave Scars.