one reason why I like writing poetry - you can say so many things in it that are true in poetry but wouldn't be true in prose.

Have you ever noticed that when people say it is their duty to tell you a certain thing you may prepare for something disagreeable? Why is it that they never seem to think it a duty to tell you the pleasant things they hear about you?

I'm not a bit changed - not really. I'm only just pruned down and branched out. The real me - back here - is just the same.

I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.

Dogs want only love but cats demand worship.

Doesn't matter what a person's name is as long as he behaves himself.

But there is always a November space after the leaves have fallen when she felt it was almost indecent to intrude on the woods…for their glory terrestrial had departed and their glory celestial of spirit and purity and whiteness had not yet come upon them.