The twentieth century had a wonderful capacity for seeing nothing as the sum of everything.
Is there a place here for the spirit ? Is there time on this brief platform for anything other than mind 's failure to explain itself?
Poetry is that which arrives at the intellect by way of the heart.
To live in Wales is to be conscious at dusk of the spilled blood that went into the making of the wild sky
The meaning is in the waiting.
The silence holds with its gloved hand the wild hawk of the mind.
Ah, what balance is needed at the edges of such an abyss. I am left alone on the surface of a turning planet. What to do but, like Michelangelo 's Adam, put my hand out into unknown space, hoping for the reciprocating touch?
I don't know of any wrestler who hasn't, at one time or another, been with a fan. One time I met a woman at a match in Tennessee, and afterward we went to a little roadside motel. We checked in, went to the room, and enjoyed each other for an hour or so.
The greatest thing you can do in life is to tell a young boy or girl that they're 'the very best' at something - baseball, reading, art. That gives them the wonderful feeling that they can do anything, which they can!
I've worked with very few that I considered unpleasant. Dennis the Menace was a joy to work on.
I had repeatedly accepted inappropriate burdens, stepping in to do what needed to be done. In retrospect, I think I carried them well, but the cost was that I was chronically overloaded, weary, and short of time for politicking, smoothing ruffled feathers, and simply resting.