We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

A Poet Can't Afford To Be Aloof. The Tools Of His Trade Are The People He Bumps Up Against.

Be Gentle With Me, New Love. Treat Me Tenderly. I Need The Gentle Touch, The Soft Voice, The Candlelight After Nine. There's Been So Many Who Didn't Understand So Give Me All The Love I See In Your Timid Eyes But Give It Gently Please.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.