Yesterday is done. Tomorrow never comes. Today is here. If you don't know what to do, sit still and listen. You may hear something. Nobody knows.

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

Where was I going? I puzzled and wondered about it til I actually enjoyed the puzzlement and wondering.

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

Rest is not a word of free people. Rest is a monarchical word.

When I was writing pretty poor poetry, this girl with midnight black hair told me to go on.

In democracy both a deep reverence and a sense of the comic are requisite.