If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

The empty, the angry, the lonely, the tricked, we are all museums of fear.

As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.

you are yesterday's bouquet so sadly raided

but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.

There's nothing else as pleasant as being unpleasant when there's nothing else to do, and there's usually nothing else to do.