Poetry Is The Gate Through Which I

Joy Is A Spiritual Element That Gives Vicissitudes Unity And Significance.

Cut Off As I Am, It Is Inevitable That I Should Sometimes Feel Like A Shadow Walking In A Shadowy World. When This Happens I Ask To Be Taken To New York City. Always I Return Home Weary But I Have The Comforting Certainty That Mankind Is Real Flesh And I Myself Am Not A Dream.

To Be Blind Is Bad, But Worse Is To Have Eyes And Not See.

Faith Is A Mockery If It Does Not Teach Us That We Can Build A More Complete And Beautiful World.

It Has Been Said That Life Has Treated Me Harshly; And Sometimes I Have Complained In My Heart Because Many Pleasures Of Human Experience Have Been Withheld From Me...if Much Has Been Denied Me, Much, Very Much, Has Been Given Me.