And those who say, "I'll try anything once," often try nothing twice, three times, arriving late at the gate of dreams worth dying for.

Come on, you Do you want to live forever?

Poetry is the capture of a picture, a song, or a flair, in a deliberate prism of words.

Poetry is a shuffling of boxes of illusions buckled with a strap of facts.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell

We read Robert Browning's poetry. Here we needed no guidance from the professor: the poems themselves were enough.