My favourite poem is the one that starts 'Thirty days hath September' because it actually tells you something.
Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.
You can leave in a huff. Or you can leave in a minute and a huff.
Come on in girls, and leave all hope behind.
Poverty makes people sub-human Excess of wealth makes people inhuman
A man's only as old as the woman he feels.