Now I Become Myself. It’s Taken Time,

The Beginner Hugs His Infant Poem To Him And Does Not Want It To Grow Up. But You May Have To Break Your Poem To Remake It.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

Loneliness Is The Poverty Of Self; Solitude Is The Richness Of Self.

... Love Is Healing, Even Rootless Love.

When You Change The Way You Look At A Thing, The Thing Itself Changes...by Mastering Feelings, She Had Come To Understand The Meaning Of Discipline And Its Reward: Freedom And Power.