Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.

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 post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.

Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during the moment.

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

Poetry is an art practiced with the terribly plastic material of human language.