Don't Count Your Check-ins Before They Cash.

The People Knew What Had Made Them Human. It Was Not Their Shortcomings, But Their Hearts.

Ridicule Is A Public Confession Of Fear.

Poetry Is Our Heart, Our Spirit, Our Soul. Call It Whatever; Without It, Everything Else Is Nothing But Hardware.

It Is Interesting To Note That Poetry, A Literary Device Whose Very Construct Involves The Use Of Words, Is Itself The Word Of Choice By Persons Grasping To Describe Something So Beautiful It Is Marvelously Ineffable.

To Paraphrase The Great Poet Dante, The Heavens Swirl Above Us And Our Eyes Are Still Cast To The Ground.