Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.

The drum in a dream pounds loud to the dreamer.

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

You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.

A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.

Never will a time come when the most marvelous recent invention is as marvelous as a newborn child.

By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.