The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.

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.

For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.