Nearly all the best things that came to me in life have been unexpected, unplanned by me.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.

To never see a fool you lock yourself in your room and smash the looking-glass.

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.

Poetry is a kinetic arrangement of static syllables.

In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning.