Alike and ever alike, we are on all continents in the need of love, food, clothing, work, speech, worship, sleep, games, dancing, fun. From tropics to arctics humanity live with these needs so alike, so inexorably alike.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

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

Poetry is a type-font design for an alphabet of fun, hate, love, death.

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release — out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat, watermelons, roses, how should it know?

Poetry is a diary kept by a sea creature who lives on land and wishes he could fly.

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.