My Work Is Loving The World.

Oh, Yesterday, That One, We All Cry Out. Oh, That One! How Rich And Possible Everything Was! How Ripe, Ready, Lavish, And Filled With Excitement--how Hopeful We Were On Those Summer Days, Under The Clean, White Racing Clouds. Oh, Yesterday!

You Are Young. So You Know Everything. You Leap Into The Boat And Begin Rowing. But, Listen To Me. Without Fanfare, Without Embarrassment, Without Doubt,i Talk Directly To Your Soul. Listen To Me.

Tell Me About Despair, Yours, And I Will Tell You Mine

When Will You Have A Little Pity For Every Soft Thing That Walks Through The World, Yourself Included.

To Find A New Word That Is Accurate And Different, You Have To Be Alert For It.