I Cry Out For Order

We Rely Upon The Poets, The Philosophers, And The Playwrights To Articulate What Most Of Us Can Only Feel, In Joy Or Sorrow. They Illuminate The Thoughts For Which We Only Grope; They Give Us The Strength And Balm We Cannot Find In Ourselves. Whenever I Feel My Courage Wavering, I Rush To Them. They Give Me The Wisdom Of Acceptance, The Will And Resiliance To Push On.

Egocentrics Are Attracted To The Inept. It Gives Them One More Excuse For Patting Themselves On The Back.

I'm Leaving The Screen Because I Don't Think I Am Very Good In The Pictures And I Have This Beautiful Dream That I'm Elegant On The Stage.

When Books Are Opened, We Discover That We Have Wings

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.