One Day I Shall Burst My Bud

Poetry Is A Language In Which Man Explores His Own Amazement.

Indulgences, Not Fulfillment, Is What The World Permits Us.

Coffee In England Is Just Toasted Milk.

Poetry Has The Virtue Of Being Able To Say Twice As Much As Prose In Half The Time, And The Drawback, If You Do Not Give It Your Full Attention, Of Seeming To Say Half As Much In Twice The Time.

Thank God Our Time Is Now When Wrong Comes Up To Meet Us Everywhere Never To Leave Us Till We Take, The Greatest Stride Of The Soul Man Ever Took. Affairs Are Now Soul Size The Enterprise Is Exploration Unto God. Where Are You Making For? It Takes So Many Thousand Years To Wake. But Will You Wake For Pity's Sake?