What I Want Is To Be Willing

Those That Are Huntedknow This As Their Life,their Reward: To Walkunder Such Trees In Full Knowledgeof What Is In Glory Above Them,and To Feel No Fear.

I Want A Fever, In Poetry: A Fever, And Tranquillity.

A Poet Is Someone Who Stands Outside In The Rain Hoping To Be Struck By Lightning.

I Don’t Believe That A Reviewer Or A Critic Can Really Criticize Well Unless He Can Praise Well.

So Much Destruction In Modern War Takes Place Miles And Miles Away From The Source Of The Destruction, The Human Being Who Has Caused It.