A True Opium Of The

A Day So Happy. Fog Lifted Early. I Worked In The Garden. Hummingbirds Were Stopping Over Honeysuckle Flowers. There Was No Thing On Earth I Wanted To Possess. I Know No One Worth My Envying Him.

The Revolt Against One's Environment Is Usually 'shame' Of One's Environment.

Two Attributes Of A Poet, Avidity Of The Eye And The Desire To Describe That Which He Sees.

The True Enemy Of Man Is Generalization.

Not That I Want To Be A God Or A Hero. Just To Change Into A Tree, Grow For Ages, Not Hurt Anyone.