Dad Is Always Hiding In His Book.

The Poem Is A Cry Of The Unborn Heart. Yes, Because The Poem Perfectly Embodies The World, There Is No World Without Poem.

Children Have A Lot More To Worry About From The Parents Who Raised Them Than From The Books They Read.

Uncharged With Invisible Meaning, The Visible Is Nothing, Mere Clay; And Without Visible Circumstance, A Territory, To Connect To, Our Spirit Is Shapeless, Nameless, And Undefined.

When You're Working Well, You Don't Do Research. Whatever You Need Comes To You.

I Am Telling You What I Know—words Have Music And If You Are A Musician You Will Write To Hear Them.