Enough Small Empty Boxes Thrown

The Secret Of Happiness Is To Admire Without Desiring.

The Shovel Is The Brother To The Gun.

Slang Is A Language That Rolls Up Its Sleeves, Spits On Its Hands And Goes To Work.

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

Poetry Is An Enumeration Of Birds, Bees, Babies, Butterflies, Bugs, Bambinos, Babayagas, And Bipeds, Beating Their Way Up Bewildering Bastions.