Written By A Sponge Dipped In Warm

Poetry Lies Its Way To The Truth.

A Good Question Is Never Answered. It Is Not A Bolt To Be Tightened Into Place But A Seed To Be Planted And To Bear More Seed Toward The Hope Of Greening The Landscape Of Idea.

To Read A Poem With No Thought In Mind But To Paraphrase It Into A Single, Simple And Usually High-minded Prose Statement Is The Destruction Of Poetry.

A Savage Is Simply A Human Organism That Has Not Received Enough News From The Human Race.

Patience Is The Art Of Caring Slowly.