And now, gentlemen, like your manners, I must leave you.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

Cold beer is bottled God.

Man’s wants remain unsatisfied till death. Then, when his soul is naked, is he one With the man in the wind, and the west moon, With the harmonious thunder of the sun

Life always offers you a second chance. is called tomorrow.

A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps to change the shape of the universe, helps to extend everyone's knowledge of himself and the world around him.

To begin at the beginning: It is a spring moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black.