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

If I am going to be a poet at all, I am going to be POET and not NEGRO POET.

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

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

The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

I have a rendezvous with life.