Poetry is a sequence of dots and dashes, spelling depths, crypts, cross-lights, and moon wisps.

To be a good loser is to learn how to win.

a women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.

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.

Time is the coin of life. Only you can determine how it will be spent.

Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.

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