He thought others were small; that was his greatness.

I travel, always arriving in the same place.

I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

To go against the grain is the secret of bravery.

Digressions are part of harmony, deviations too.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.