Be Careful With Your Words,

There Are People Who Want To Be Everywhere At Once, And They Get Nowhere

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

The Wind Bit Hard At Valley Forge One Christmas. Soldiers Tied Rags On Their Feet. Red Footprints Wrote On The Snow...

Gather The Stars If You Wish It So Gather The Songs And Keep Them. Gather The Faces Of Women. Gather For Keeping Years And Years. And Then... Loosen Your Hands, Let Go And Say Good-bye. Let The Stars And Songs Go. Let The Faces And Years Go. Loosen Your Hands And Say Good-bye.

Whenever A People Or An Institution Forget Its Hard Beginnings, It Is Beginning To Decay.