I felt very bad in Washington. . . I didn't like my job, and I didn't know what was going to happen to me, and I was cold and half-hungry, so I wrote a great many poems.

Life dosent frighten me at all.

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

Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.

I stuck my head out the window this morning and spring kissed me bang in the face.

Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.