Life Must Be Aromatic. There Must Be

We Don't Ask A Flower Any Special Reason For Its Existence. We Just Look At It And Are Able To Accept It As Being Something Different From Ourselves.

Exhaust The Little Moment. Soon It Dies. And Be It Gash Or Gold It Will Not Come Again In This Identical Guise.

A Poem Doesn't Do Everything For You. You Are Supposed To Go On With Your Thinking. You Are Supposed To Enrich The Other Person's Poem With Your Extensions, Your Uniquely Personal Understandings, Thus Making The Poem Serve You.

Do Not Desire To Fit In. Desire To Oblige Yourselves To Lead.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.