Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play.

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you

How different it all was from what you'd planned.

I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual.

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist -- or else it is nothing, an empty, formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

Egyptian Proverb: The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.