I cut my own hair. I got sick of barbers because they talk too much. And too much of their talk was about my hair coming out.

You, of course, are a rose-- But were always a rose.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Ants are a curious race

We're either nothing or a God's regret.

I'm not a teacher, but an awakener.

Skepticism, is that anything more than we used to mean when we said, Well, what have we here?