Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.

Freedom is baffling: men having it often know not they have it till it is gone and they no longer have it.

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

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

There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

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.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.