It’s all right if you grow your wings on the way down.
A person who discreetly farts in an elevator is not a divine being, and a man needs to know this.
Poetry keeps longing alive.
Grief is the doorway to a man's feelings.
Every noon as the clock hands arrive at twelve, I want to tie the two arms together, And walk out of the bank carrying time in bags.
As the saying goes, you might as well be yourself; everyone else is taken.