Poetry is a packsack of invisible keepsakes.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

Poetry is a plan for a slit in the face of a bronze fountain goat and the path of fresh drinking water.

Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.

A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one. Genius is the talent of a dead man.

All we need to begin with is a #‎ dream that we can do better than before. All we need to have is faith, and that dream will come true. All we need to do is act, and the time for action is now.

Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.