The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never

Poets Need Not Go To Niagara To Write About The Force Of Falling Water.

To Be Social Is To Be Forgiving.

There Is No Love. There's Only Love Of Men And Women, Love Of Children, Love Of Friends, Of Men, Of God: Divine Love, Human Love, Parental Love, Roughly Discriminated For The Rough.

Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.