There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.

Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.

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

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.

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