What Are We? Young Or New? We

The Artist In Me Cries Out For Design.

The Only Certain Freedom's In Departure.

I Never Take My Own Side In A Quarrel.

There Are Three Things, After All, That A Poem Must Reach: The Eye, The Ear, And What We May Call The Heart Or The Mind. It Is The Most Important Of All To Reach The Heart Of The Reader.

Pressed Into Service Means Pressed Out Of Shape.