I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen.
There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.