Love, I Take It, Must Look Toward

Love, I Take It, Must Look Toward Something Not Quite Accessible, Something Not Quite Understood.

Oh, Do The Overlords Of Life And Death Always Provide Some Obstacle To Prevent What All Of Us Have Known In Youth Was Possible From Ever Coming True?

Poetry Is Man's Rebellion Against Being What He Is.

The Man Was Not Merely Very Human; He Was Humanity. And I Reflected That It Is Only By Preserving Faith In Human Dreams That We May, After All, Perhaps Some Day Make Them Come True.

People Never Want To Be Told Anything They Do Not Believe Already.