More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.

Time spent with poets is never wasted.

Fire is a good companion for the mind.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

I’m only able to write poetry, for the most part, when I have a Muse, a woman who focuses the world for me.

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.

Read between the lines.Then meet me in the silence if you can.