What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man&#39;s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?

Time should not be put into the hands of those who are ungrateful.

Written By Marcquiese Burrell

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