Who Am I, Where Have

Who Am I, Where Have I Been, And Where Am I Going?

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.

A Book Is Never A Masterpiece: It Becomes One. Genius Is The Talent Of A Dead Man.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.

Poetry Is A Slipknot Tightened Around A Time-beat Of One Thought, Two Thoughts, And A Last Interweaving Thought There Is Not Yet A Number For.