People Lie Because They Don't

Poetry Is The Capture Of A Picture, A Song, Or A Flair, In A Deliberate Prism Of Words.

There Is Only One Child In The World And The Child’s Name Is All Children.

Anger Is The Most Impotent Of Passions. It Effects Nothing It Goes About, And Hurts The One Who Is Possessed By It More Than The One Against Whom It Is Directed.

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.