Tell No Man Anything, For No Man

Money Buys Everything Except Love, Personality, Freedom, Immortality, Silence, Peace.

I Glory In This World Of Men And Women, Torn With Troubles, Yet Living On To Love And Laugh Through It All.

Poetry Is The Harnessing Of The Paradox Of Earth Cradling Life And Then Entombing It.

Poetry Is The Journal Of A Sea Animal Living On Land, Wanting To Fly In The Air.

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.