Politics in any country in the world is dangerous. For the poet, politics in any country had better be disguised as poetry. Politics can be the graveyard of the poet. And only poetry can be his resurrection.

It has seemed to me that most people are generally good, in every race and in every country where I have been.

When a man starts out to build a world, He starts first with himself

Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

Frosting Freedom Is just frosting On somebody else's Cake-- And so must be Till we Learn how to Bake.

Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.

The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss