I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander

Dear Though The Reader Might Be, I'd Be Silly To Cater To What The Reader Wanted.

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

I Don't Pick And Choose Subjects Or Settings; They Pick And Choose Me.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

Think Of Many Things. Never Place Your Happiness In One Person's Power. Be Just To Yourself.