For my best poems were all written when I felt the worst. When I was happy, I didn't write anything.

I wish the rent Was heaven sent.

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

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

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

Misery is when you heard on the radio that the neighborhood you live in is a slum but you always thought it was home.

Love is a naked shadow, On a gnarled and naked tree.