I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.

Poetry is a mystic, sensuous mathematics of fire, smoke-stacks, waffles, pansies, people, and purple sunsets.

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it.

Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.