History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.

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.

There are some who dream their lives away, but end up doing nothing, and others who do their lives away, and end up never dreaming.

Those who refuse to look at or give expression to the dark side of life are in denial-fear preventing passage through the door of growth, truth and, ultimately, wisdom.

Love is the great truth we all know in our hearts and must eventually recognize.

History remembers only the celebrated, genealogy remembers them all.

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.