One Writes Because One Has A Burning

Impatience Is The Mark Of Independence, Not Of Bondage.

Life Is Energy, And Energy Is Creativity. And Even When Individuals Pass On, The Energy Is Retained In The Work Of Art, Locked In It And Awaiting Release If Only Someone Will Take The Time And The Care To Unlock It.

It Is Human Nature To Stand In The Middle Of A Thing.

Among Animals, One Has A Sense Of Humor. Humor Saves A Few Steps, It Saves Years.

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.