I Read, Much Of The Night, And

Only By Acceptance Of The Past, Can You Alter It

You Have To Risk Going Too Far To Discover Just How Far You Can Really Go.

We Do Not Pass Twice Through The Same Door Or Return To The Door Through Which We Did Not Pass.

Poetry May Make Us From Time To Time A Little More Aware Of The Deeper, Unnamed Feelings Which Form The Substratum Of Our Being, To Which We Rarely Penetrate; For Our Lives Are Mostly A Constant Evasion Of Ourselves.

Cling, Swing, Spring, Sing, Swing Up Into The Apple Tree.