In the great cities, winter glitters with art and feasting. But poetry, the country cousin, sees only the dearth of the fields.

Cruelty is softened by fear, not pity.

Envy awakens at the sound of a distant laugh.

Boredom makes me sleepy or restless.

As a child I was told by my parents that I was happy, but I did not believe them.

Reason enables us to get around in the world of ideas, but cannot prescribe our thoughts.

Logic and fact keep interfering with the easy flow of conversation.