I Believe In Teaching, But I Don’t

The Beauty Of Enmity Is Insecurity; The Beauty Of Friendship Is In Security.

It Is Only A Moment Here And A Moment There That The Greatest Writer Has. Some Cognizance Of The Fact Must Be Taken In Your Teaching.

I Could Define Poetry This Way: It Is That Which Is Lost Out Of Both Prose And Verse In Translation.

Yes, And Even For The Past...that It Will Turn Out To Have Been All Right For What It Was. Something I Can Accept. Mistakes Made By The Self I Had To Be Or Was Not Able To Be.

The Moon For All Her Light And Grace Has Never Learned To Know Her Place.