The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading.

It was at that age that poetry came in search of me.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say.

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.