Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.
Poetry is a fossil rock-print of a fin and a wing, with an illegible oath between.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable.