He Was In Love With Life As

Time Is A Circus, Always Packing Up And Moving Away.

I Have Written A Raucous Valentine To A Poet's Dream And Agony.

Despite All Our Toil And Progress, The Art Of Medicine Still Falls Somewhere Between Trout Casting And Spook Writing.

A Wise Man Will Always Allow A Fool To Rob Him Of Ideas Without Yelling “thief.” If He Is Wise He Has Not Been Impoverished. Nor Has The Fool Been Enriched. The Thief Flatters Us By Stealing. We Flatter Him By Complaining.

That God Has Managed To Survive The Inanities Of The Religions That Do Him Homage Is Truly A Miraculous Proof Of His Existence.