There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

There is an eagle in me that wants to soar.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

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 before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us, and only for those who were willing to fail are the dangers and splendors of life.

When one has the right swing and enthusiasm, selling is not unlike hunting, a veritable sport. To scare up the game by preliminary talk and to know how long to follow it, to lose your gain through poorly directed argument, to hang on to game that finally eludes, to boldly confront, to quickly circle around, to keep on the trail, tireless and keen, till you have bagged some orders, there is some satisfaction in returning at night, tired of the trail, but proud of the days work done.

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.