You Must Believe A Poem Is A

Love Begets Love. This Torment Is My Joy.

Any Fool Can Take A Bad Line Out Of A Poem; It Takes A Real Pro To Throw Out A Good Line.

The Self Says, I Am; The Heart Says, I Am Less; The Spirit Says, You Are Nothing.

Time Marks Us While We Are Marking Time.

Art Is Our Defense Against Hysteria And Death.