The People Will Live On.the

Let The Gentle Bush Dig Its Root Deep And Spread Upward To Split The Boulder.

Now Is The Time. It Is Never Too Late To Start Something.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Under The Summer Roses When The Flagrant Crimson Lurks In The Dusk Of The Wild Red Leaves, Love, With Little Hands, Comes And Touches You With A Thousand Memories, And Asks You Beautiful, Unanswerable Questions.

Poetry Is A Diary Kept By A Sea Creature Who Lives On Land And Wishes He Could Fly.