Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun

The great religions are the ships, Poets the life boats. Every sane person I know has jumped overboard.

Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

Laugh because that is the purest sound.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.