My Business Is To Prevent

And He Remembered Thinking Then That If She Died, He Was Certain He Wouldn't Cry. For It Would Be The Dying Face Of An Unknown, A Street Face, A Newspaper Image, And It Was Suddenly So Very Wrong That He Had Begun To Cry, Not At Death But At The Thought Of Not Crying At Death, A Silly Empty Man Near A Silly Empty Woman.

I Believe In Creative Failing - To Contine To Write Poems That Fail And Fail And Fail Until A Day Comes When You've Got A Thousand Poems Behind You And You're Relaxed And You Finally Write A Good Poem.

May You Be In Love Every Day For The Next 20,000 Days. And Out Of That Love, Remake A World.

We All Are Rich And Ignore The Buried Fact Of Accumulated Wisdom.

A Single Face Turned Upward Toward All Time One Flesh, One Ecstasy, One Peace.