Spirit is Life. It flows thru the death of me endlessly like a river unafraid of becoming the sea.

They, that unnamed they, they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up -- and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.

I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.

If you have a choice of two things and can't decide, take both.

If you believe you're a poet, then you're saved.

I learned life were no dream I learned truth deceived Man is not God Life is a century Death an instant

Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.