My Life Failed On The Very Day

The World Belongs Primarily To The Dead, And We Only Rent It From Them For A Little While. They Created It, They Wrote Its Literature And Its Songs, And They Are Deeply Invested In How Children Are Treated, Because The Children Are The Ones Who Will Keep It Going. The Idea That Each Of Us Has The Right To Change Everything Is A Deep Insult To Them.

There Are Very Few Adults In Our Culture Able To Imagine Any Genuine Life Coming From The Vertical Plane - Tradition, Religion, Or Devotion.

It's Good To Have Poems That Begin With Tea And End With God.

The Candle Is Not Lit To Give Light, But To Testify To The Night.

The Dead Made This World. We Didn't Make It. They Made The Poetry And The Songs And The Customs.