Poetry Is The Journal Of

Poetry Is A Series Of Explanations Of Life, Fading Off Into Horizons Too Swift For Explanations.

A Tree Is Best Measured When It Is Down - And So It Is With People.

Nearly All The Best Things That Came To Me In Life Have Been Unexpected, Unplanned By Me.

Every Blunder Behind Us Is Giving A Cheer For Us, And Only For Those Who Were Willing To Fail Are The Dangers And Splendors Of Life.

Time Is A Sandpile We Run Our Fingers In.