And All Poets Love Dust

A Man May Be Born, But In Order To Be Born He Must First Die, And In Order To Die He Must First Awake.

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

Poetry Is A Phantom Script Telling How Rainbows Are Made And Why They Go Away.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.

I Have Always Felt That A Woman Has The Right To Treat The Subject Of Her Age With Ambiguity Until, Perhaps, She Passes Into The Realm Of Over Ninety. Then It Is Better She Be Candid With Herself And With The World.