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A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

No Map To Help Us Find The Tranquil Flat Lands, Clearings Calm, Fields Without Mean Fences. Rolling Down The Other Side Of Life Our Compass Is The Sureness Of Ourselves. Time May Make Us Rugged, Ragged Round The Edges, But Know And Understand That Love Is Still The Safest Place To Land.

The Gifts That One Receives For Giving Are So Immeasurable That It Is Almost An Injustice To Accept Them.

The Journey Back Is Always Longer Than The Forward Run.