Our principles are the springs of our actions. Our actions the springs of our happiness or misery. Too much care therefore cannot be taken in forming our principles.
Every parent is at some time the father of the unreturned prodigal with nothing to do but keep his house open to hope.
What has any poet to trust more than the feel of the thing? Theory concerns...
Poetry lies its way to the truth.
You don't have to suffer to be a poet adolescence is enough suffering for...
When I win awards, I think of my father.
To me I'm just a regular person going to the mall with friends and now I'm...
My sensei was a British karate champion named Brian Fitkin. He was my mentor...
