We Only Keep What We Lose.

One Has Only To Set A Loved Human Being Against The Fact That We Are All In Peril All The Time To Get Back A Sense Of Proportion. What Does Anything Matter Compared To The Reality Of Love And Its Span, So Brief At Best, Maintained Against Such Odds?

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.

I Feel Often Very Close To The Ecstasy And Anguish Which Lie At The Very Heart Of Poetry - I Am Writing A Lot.

What Is Destructive Is Impatience, Haste, Expecting Too Much Too Fast.

Now I Become Myself. It’s Taken Time, Many Years And Places.