Looking up and out, how can we not respect this ever-vigilant cognizance that distinguishes us: the capability to envision, to dream, and to invent? the ability to ponder ourselves? and be aware of our existence on the outer arm of a spiral galaxy in an immeasurable ocean of stars? Cognizance is our crest.

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

Poverty and War have no excuse.

The only sins are violations of Love.

The category "Women Poets" is bizarre and irrelevant. It's a subcategory of Poets, but there is not a "Men Poets" category.

I would rather have an inferiority complex and be pleasantly surprised, than have a superiority complex and be rudely awakened.

The realm of quanta is how I have intrinsically approached and viewed reality since I was born.