Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.

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

Man is a long time coming. Man will yet win. Brother may yet line up with brother: This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.There are men who can't be bought.

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.”

What if someone gave a war & Nobody came? / Life would ring the bells of Ecstasy and Forever be Itself again.

It was here we turned the coffee cups upside down. And your eyes and the moon swept the valley.

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.