Whatever lives is granted breath But by the grace and sufferance of Death.

Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.

We were not made to eternally weep.

I have a rendezvous with life.

There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call 'the breaks.

Yet do I marvel at this curious thing:/ To make a poet black, and bid him sing!

We shall not always plant while others reap