Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

Now is the time. It is never too late to start something.

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

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

Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?

There is only one man in the world and his name is All Men. There is only one woman in the world and her name is All Women. There is only one child in the world and the child's name is All Children.

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.