Each Form Has Its Pluses And Its

I Look Up At The Ceiling, Tracing The Foliage Of The Wreath. Today It Makes Me Think Of A Hat, The Large-brimmed Hats Women Used To Wear At Some Period During The Old Days: Hats Like Enormous Halos, Festooned With Fruit And Flowers, And The Feathers Of Exotic Birds; Hats Like An Idea Of Paradise, Floating Just Above The Head, A Thought Solidified.

A Fist Is More Than The Sum Of Its Fingers.

Tell What Is Yours To Tell. Let Others Tell What Is Theirs.

It's Clear, It's Fresh, Like A Mint Candy.

There Is No Fool Like An Educated Fool.