You Can't Write Poems About Trees When

For The Villainy Of The World Is Great, And A Man Has To Run His Legs Off To Keep Them From Being Stolen Out Fom Underneath Him.

Alas,we Who Wanted Kindness, Could Not Be Kind Ourselves.

People Remain What They Are Even If Their Faces Fall Apart.

Don’t Accept The Habitual As A Natural Thing. In Times Of Disorder, Of Organized Confusion, Of De-humanized Humanity, Nothing Should Seem Natural. Nothing Should Seem Impossible To Change.

Sometimes I Have Visions Of Myself Driving Through Hell, Selling Sulphur And Brimstone, Or Through Heaven Peddling Refreshments To The Roaming Souls. If Me And The Children I've Got Left Could Find A Place Where There's No Shooting, I Wouldn't Mind A Few Years Of Peace And Quiet.