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

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.

There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted.

Poetry is a fresh morning spider-web telling a story of moonlit hours of weaving and waiting during a night.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

Poetry is the silence and speech between a wet struggling root of a flower and a sunlit blossom of that flower.