God will forgive me. It's his job." Heine said this on his deathbed (1856). Hilarious. He must have thought that up years before and counted the seconds to use it.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

The beauteous eyes of the spring's fair night With comfort are downward gazing.

Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.