Time Is A Great Teacher,

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.

A Baby Is God's Opinion That Life Should Go On.

I Won't Take My Religion From Any Man Who Never Works Except With His Mouth.

Tell Him Solitude Is Creative If He Is Strong And The Final Decisions Are Made In Silent Rooms. Tell Him To Be Different From Other People If It Comes Natural And Easy Being Different. Let Him Have Lazy Days Seeking His Deeper Motives. Let Him Seek Deep For Where He Is A Born Natural. Then He May Understand Shakespeare And The Wright Brothers, Pasteur, Pavlov, Michael Faraday And Free Imaginations Bringing Changes Into A World Resenting Change. He Will Be Lonely Enough To Have Time For The Work He Knows As His Own.

The Past Is A Bucket Of Ashes