It Was The Meanest Moment

Love, I Find, Is Like Singing. Everybody Can Do Enough To Satisfy Themselves, Though It May Not Impress The Neighbors As Being Very Much.

I Been Through Living For Years. I Just Ain't Dead Yet.

My Sense Of Humor Will Always Stand In The Way Of My Seeing Myself, My Family, My Race Or My Nation As The Whole Intent Of The Universe.

No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It Has Its Right To Weep.

From Barren Brown Stems To Glistening Leaf-buds; From The Leaf-buds To Snowy Virginity Of Bloom…it Was Like A Flute Song Forgotten In Another Existence And Remembered Again. What? How? Why? This Singing She Heard That Had Nothing To Do With Her Ears. The Rose Of The World Was Breathing Out Smell. It Followed Her Through All Her Waking Moments And Caressed Her In Her Sleep.