Twilight whippoorwill...Whistle on, sweet deepenerOf dark loneliness

Dead my old fine hopesAnd dry my dreaming but still...Iris, blue each spring

Describe plum-blossoms?Better than my verses...whiteWordless Butterflies

Why so scrawny, cat?Starving for fat fish or mice...Or backyard love?

Many solemn nights Blond moon, we stand and marvel...Sleeping our noons away

If you weren’t born with a silver spoon in your mouth, use Cosmic Ordering.

Business? It's quite simple. It's other people's money.

If the imagination is to transcend and transform experience it has to question, to challenge, to conceive of alternatives, perhaps to the very life you are living at the moment.

My Olympic voyage has continued because it is so rewarding.

At sunset we are rattling through the streets of the little town of Cordova.

I hope we get to the bottom of the answer. It's what I'm interested to know.

I work myself into the ground. But I think I'm a nice friend and a good person, and I try to do my work as best I can.

You cover 50 yards on the playing field of faith with a story that downplays your success. You cover 3 yards, or you may even end up backward, with anything that up-plays or promotes you.

If we allow the love of Christ to change our heart, then we can change the world. This is the secret of authentic happiness.

Laws are not made for the good.