What is madness To those who only observe, is often wisdom To those to whom it happens.

What, after all,is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean.

How nature loves the incomplete. She knows If she drew a conclusion it would finish her.

If we could wake each morning with no memory of living before we went to sleep, we might arrive at a faultless day.

One day I shall burst my bud of calm and blossom into hysteria.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

Poetry is a language in which man explores his own amazement.