A tree – that tree – isn't funny. There's no humor in it.
And yet I realize I'm laughing
– or rather, Somebody's laughing me with it.

Wang Wei and Su Shih were the greatest poets and painters of ancient China. And both were also physicians. Poet – Painter – and Physician. If only we could say that of physicians today!

The members of a society are ruled by the musts it creates. Japanese society dictated that a haiku must be of seventeen syllables.

Writer: for them,
author: to himself through them.

Writer: to love,
author: to be loved.

A writer can be altruistic, an author is always selfish.

You can only love when you feel loved. You can only love the public when you already feel loved by your mother. To the public the writer is giving her love, whereas the author is imploring them to love him as if they were his mother.

A writer’s concern is to do the work,
but an author’s is to present his self.

Blake left the womb
crying,
and returned to It
singing.

Blake, spirited,
sang from his Soul
as he lived
and as he died.