The only way to eliminate unemployment is to eliminate unemployment benefits.

I feel the only thing you can do about life is to preserve it, by art if you're an artist, by children if you're not.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they die too. Their yearly trick of looking new Is written down in rings of grain. Yet still the unresting castles thresh In fullgrown thickness every May. Last year is dead, they seem to say, Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Depression is to me as daffodils were to Wordsworth.

Originality is being different from oneself, not others.

The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow Loosely as cannon-smoke... Is a reminder of the strength and pain Of being young; that it can't come again, But is for others undiminished somewhere.

We should be careful / Of each other, we should be kind / While there is still time.