By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

Poetry Is An Art Practiced With The Terribly Plastic Material Of Human Language.

For We Know When A Nation Goes Down And Never Comes Back, When A Society Or A Civilization Perishes, One Condition May Always Be Found. They Forgot Where They Came From. They Lost Sight Of What Brought Them Along.

Beware Of Advice-even This.

Back Of Every Mistaken Venture And Defeat Is The Laughter Of Wisdom, If You Listen.