When I Was Young My

Education Is The Ability To Listen To Almost Anything Without Losing Your Temper Or Your Self-confidence.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting. . . . Read It A Hundred Times; It Will Forever Keep Its Freshness As A Metal Keeps Its Fragrance. It Can Never Lose Its Sense Of A Meaning That Once Unfolded By Surprise As It Went.

He Says The Best Way Out Is Always Through. / And I Can Agree To That, Or In So Far / As That I Can See No Way Out But Through

Nature's Never Quite Sure She Hasn't Erred In Her Vague Design.

Only God And I Knew What I Meant When I Wrote It, Now Only God Knows