Poetry is a series of explanations of life, fading off into horizons too swift for explanations.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

What if they gave a war and nobody came?

I had taken a course in Ethics. I read a thick textbook, heard the class discussions and came out of it saying I hadn't learned a thing I didn't know before about morals and what is right or wrong in human conduct.

Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.

A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.