Let him that is without stone among you cast the first thing he can lay his hands on.
It's God - I recognised him from Blake's picture.
Poetry is a reaching out forward expression, an effort to find fulfillment
I still say the only education worth anything is self-education.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep but I have promises to keep...
Both T.S. Eliot and I like to play, but I like to play euchre, while he likes to play Eucharist.