The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

The poet, as a rule, is a half-man - a sissy, not a real person, and he is in no shape to lead real men in matters of blood, or courage.

We do not abandon ship. I say, as corny as it may sound, through the strength and spirit and fire and dare and gamble of a few men in a few ways we can save the carcass of humanity from drowning. No light goes out until it goes out. Let's fight as men, not rats. Period. No further addition.

sometimes there's nothing to say about death.

I was an Agnostic. Agnostics didn't have much to argue about.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.