Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
The past is a bucket of ashes
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.
There are dreams stronger than death. Men and women die holding these dreams.
Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.
Shame is the feeling you have when you agree with the woman who loves you that you are the man she thinks you are.