I Never Knew What Was Meant By

A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And Began To Flutter The Leaves To Look

Poetry Is When An Emotion Has Found Its Thought And The Thought Has Found Words.

Half The World Is Composed Of People Who Have Something To Say And Can't, And The Other Half Who Have Nothing To Say And Keep On Saying It.

For Dear Me, Why Abandon A Belief Merely Because It Ceases To Be True

You're Searching... For Things That Don't Exist; I Mean Beginnings. Ends And Beginnings - There Are No Such Things. There Are Only Middles.