Only Those Who Hate The Negro See

We Light The Oven So That Everyone May Bake Bread In It.

Oh, What Company Good Poets Are!

Habit Creates The Appearance Of Justice; Progress Has No Greater Enemy Than Habit.

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

Charm Is A Product Of The Unexpected.