Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, but like the seafaring man on the ocean desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them, you reach your destiny.
~Carl Schurz
When a writer sits before his desk with outstretched arms to type
it is like an awkward dancer tapping upon a stage
the ideas and words swing and tango until they just collide
the ideas and words swing and tango until they just collide
and then they make their grand entrance one by one hitting the page.