I Never Feel More At

My Goal In Life Is To Unite My Avocation With My Vocation, As My Two Eyes Make One In Sight.

A Poet Never Takes Notes. You Never Take Notes In A Love Affair.

Summoning Artists To Participate In The August Occasions Of The State Seems Something Artists Ought To Celebrate. Today Is For My Cause A Day Of Days.

Nature's First Green Is Gold.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.