An Old Poet Ought Never

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

When They Shall Paint Our Sockets Gray And Light Us Like A Stinking Fuse, Remember That We Once Could Say, Yesterday We Had A World To Lose.

I Refuse To Turn To Theology To Justify The Life Or Redeem It. There Is A Question Always Of The Connection To The Eternal. I Say To Myself Above All, Keep Alive Your Conviction That There Are Sacred Elements In The Life In The Practice Of The Life That Must Be Respected. But The Conviction In The Existence Of The Sacred Does Not Necessarily Imply That You Need To Believe In A Creator, Because We Are The Ones That Made The Sacred.

A Poem Has Secrets That The Poet Knows Nothing Of.