Belief in one's identity as a poet or writer prior to the acid test of publication is as naive and harmless as the youthful belief in one's immortality... and the inevitable disillusionment is just as painful.

The past is dead and buried. But I know now that buried things have a way of rising to the surface when one least expects them to.

The shortest route to courage is absolute ignorance.

Pain and darkness have been our lot since the Fall of Man. But there must be some hope that we can rise to a higher level ... that consciousness can evolve to a plane more benevolent than its counterpoint of a universe hardwired to indifference.

Love is nothing but lust misspelled.

The love of violence is an aspect of our humanity. Even the weak wish to be strong primarily so they can wield the whip.

Evolution brings human beings. Human beings, through a long and painful process, bring humanity.