All Americans Come From Ohio

Hold Fast To Whatever Fragments Of Love That Exist, For Sometimes A Mosaic Is More Beautiful Than An Unbroken Pattern.

I Want So Much For My Lover. At Night When Our Beds Are Drawn Close Together I Waken And See His Dear Yellow Head On The Pillow - Sometimes His Arm Thrown Over On My Bed - And I Kiss His Hand, Very Softly So That It Will Not Waken Him.

The Basis Of Tragedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Disease, War And Death; The Basis Of Comedy Is Man's Helplessness Against Vanity (the Vanity Of Love, Greed, Lust, Power).

Satire Is People As They Are; Romanticism, People As They Would Like To Be; Realism, People As They Seem With Their Insides Left Out.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?