Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.

Poetry is a section of river-fog and moving boat-lights, delivered between bridges and whistles, so one says, 'Oh!' and another, 'How?'

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

Nothing happens... but first a dream.

Money is power, freedom, a cushion, the root of all evil, the sum of blessings.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.

People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.