A tough will counts. So does desire.So does a rich soft wanting.Without rich wanting nothing arrives.

Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your head.

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

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.

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

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

To those who had ordered them to death, one of them said: “We die because the people are asleep and you will die because the people will awaken.”