Everyone has at least one story, and each of us is funny if we admit it. You have to admit you're the funniest person you've ever heard of.

A person is the product of their dreams. So make sure to dream great dreams. And then try to live your dream.

The subject of the poem usually dictates the rhythm or the rhyme and its form. Sometimes, when you finish the poem and you think the poem is finished, the poem says, "You're not finished with me yet," and you have to go back and revise, and you may have another poem altogether. It has its own life to live.

We are loved by Love itself. There is nothing good that we can't do.

The trouble for the thief is not how to steal the chief’s bugle, but where to blow it.

I like to know what's happening.

Here on the pulse of this new day You may have the grace to look up and out And into your sister's eyes, Into your brother's face, your country And say simply Very simply With hope Good morning.