There is no color line in art.

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

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

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

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

How still, How strangely still The water is today, It is not good For water To be so still that way. ~ "Sea Calm

Never look for a worm in the apple of your eye.