It Is The Privilege Of Those Who

No Partner In A Love Relationship... Should Feel That He Has To Give Up An Essential Part Of Himself To Make It Viable.

I Simply Adore Being Alone - I Find It A Consuming Thirst - And When That Thirst Is Slaked, Then I Am Happy.

It Is Clear That We Do Not Exactly Choose Our Poems; Our Poems Choose Us.

What We Have Not Has Made Us What We Are. / ... / What We Are Not Drives Us To Consummation.

It Is The Place Of Renewal And Of Safety, Where For A Little While There Will Be No Harm Or Attack And, While Every Sense Is Nourished, The Soul Rests.