The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

The mind is its own beautiful prisoner. Mind looked long at the sticky moon opening in dusk her new wings then decently hanged himself,one afternoon. The last thing he saw was you naked amid unnaked things.

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise

Progress is a comfortable disease.

A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.