Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.
We cannot afford not to fight for growth and understanding, even when it is painful, as it is bound to be.
I suppose I have written novels to find out what I thought about something and poems to find out what I felt about something.
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.
I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful hault, 'won't go,' or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person's face.