The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.

Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.

The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

It is necessary to any originality to have the courage to be an amateur.

The poet is the priest of the invisible.

LIGHT FROM WITHIN my friend, cancer got you damn it: you had it beat for seven years at least. how did it come back? Why all that pain. again. and you, such a fighter you fought me over and over with tears and words and promises. you fought for me with honesty and a light so bright it hurts my heart. sweet lorna. at peace now finally no more battles, just light from within a flickering candle in the dark burns with you.