You can't really appreciate a work of art until you can understand how difficult it was to create. And that's probably true of any work of art - a rock, a tree, a bird, a fish, a sunrise made of light and air.

There is no such thing as an insignificant life, only the insignificance of mind that refuses to grasp the implications.

Prose pretends to be straightforward in its application to the truth, but truth itself is a dissembler. Poetry, much more honest, knows the deception can't be overcome.

Welcome to the figurative world of poetry where nothing is 'real,' but everything matters.

The future is won or lost in the war of ideas.

There is no nobler profession, nor no greater calling, than to be among those unheralded many who gave and give their lives to the preservation of human knowledge, passed with commitment and care from one generation to the next.

Recognizing your own ignorance is the first step toward wisdom.