Trying too hard to be too good, even when trying to be bad, is too good for the bad, too bad for the good.

If what we think of ourselves were true, the planet would overflow with geniuses.

Strangers are endearing because you don’t know them yet.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

History will be erased in the universal purgatory.