Bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything well.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

There is nothing that teaches you more than regrouping after failure and moving on. Yet most people are stricken with fear. They fear failure so much that they fail. They are too conditioned, too used to being told what to do. It begins with the family, runs through school and goes into the business world.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.