Pain Can Make A Whole Winter Bright,

The Value Of Solitude - One Of Its Values - Is, Of Course, That There Is Nothing To Cushion Against Attacks From Within, Just As There Is Nothing To Help Balance At Times Of Particular Stress Or Depression.

One Of The Springs Of Poetry Is Joy.

Inside My Mother's Death / I Lay And Could Not Breathe.

It Is The Privilege Of Those Who Fear Love To Murder Those Who Do Not Fear It!

People Who Cannot Feel Punish Those Who Do.