... Love Is Healing, Even

Poetry Is First Of All A Way Of Life And Only Secondarily A Way Of Writing.

Life Is Always Bringing Unexpected Gifts.

For Art Is Order, But It Is Born Out Of The Chaos Of Life.

Love Opens The Doors Into Everything, As Far As I Can See, Including And Perhaps Most Of All, The Door Into One's Own Secret, And Often Terrible And Frightening, Real Self.

One Must Think Like A Hero To Behave Like A Merely Decent Human Being.