Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away..

What of the Wright boys in Dayton? Just around the corner they had a shop and did a bicycle business-and they wanted to fly for the sake of flying. T….

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know….

I stayed away from mathematics not so much because I knew it would be hard work as because of the amount of time I knew it would take, hours spent in….

Poetry is a slipknot tightened around a time-beat of one thought, two thoughts, and a last interweaving thought there is not yet a number for..

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak..

Always the path of American destiny has been into the unknown. Always there arose enough reserves of strength, balances of sanity, portions of wisdom….

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child..

Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are..

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words..

The more rhymethere isin poetry the more dangerof its tricking the writer into something other than the urge in the beginning..

The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other..

I had been keeping an off eye on the advertising field, thinking I might become an idea man and a copywriter..

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened..

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on..

Our lives are like a candle in the wind..

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake..

Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is..

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the p….

Poetry is the cipher key to the five mystic wishes packed in a hollow silver bullet fed to a flying fish..

I have become infected, now that I see how beautifully a book is coming out of all this..