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

From whichever side I start, I think I am in an old place where others have been before me.

Statesmen are grocers, ambitious clowns.

You are hurrying to the sweet place, To the nonsense chasing your spirit And in the nonsense you look for answers.

Tell me something only you know and make a new friend.

Even if you are alone you wage war with yourself.

For a moment at least, be a smile on someone else's face.