Poetry is a theorem of a yellow-silk handkerchief knotted with riddles, sealed in a balloon tied to the tail of a kite flying in a white wind against a blue sky in spring.

The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal scavenger slang and has no respect.

The machine yes the machine never wastes anybody's time never watches the foreman never talks back.

Love your neighbor as yourself but don't take down your fence.

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

There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.

For we know when a nation goes down and never comes back, when a society or a civilization perishes, one condition may always be found. They forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what brought them along.