Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

Um...Mercer? Haven't seen you in nearly a month. I was expecting something like, 'Oh Cross, love of my heart, fire of my loins, how I've longed--

The free mind, unafraid of labor, presses on to attain the good.

In great humility, we find our strength.

In a world resistant to change, we have to take matters into our own hands. Modern society and culture fails to support our healing by literally encouraging us to sustain our addictions.

I have a rendezvous with Death At some disputed barricade.

Give people a common enemy, and you will give them a common identity. Deprive them of an enemy and you will deprive them of the crutch by which they know who they are.

I, who have no sisters or brothers, look with some degree of innocent envy on those who may be said to be born to friends.

You need something that puts a little distance between what you really are and what you want to show; it's a shield, a protection.

The tragedy is that there is so much more incentive - money - to destroy the ecology than there is to preserve it.

Poetry is the enemy of the poem.