Make good the good in you...and you will slowly steal into the Hawaiian heart, which is all of softness, and gentleness, and sweetness.

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.

I did not begin when I was born, nor when I was conceived. I have been growing, developing, through incalculable myriads of millenniums... All my previous selves have their voices, echoes, promptings in me... Oh, incalculable times again shall I be born.

He had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death. To him it stood as the greatest of hurts. It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

The game of life is good, though all of life may be hurt, and though all lives lose the game in the end.